MOTHERs by Rachel Zucker
-the body of my mother is everywhere-
Last spring I fell in love with Bluets, this spring MOTHERs have become the most disturbing & sacred book in my possession. There is a kinship between the two, an affinity in form: both being hybrids, part memoirs and part poetry, and both soaked in quotes. Like choirs.
I’m reading carefully, letting words and sentences sink into me. Spending an hour on a page without noticing time passing.
I guess my interest for these books also have to do with the uncertainty I have about the shape & form of my own writing. – What am I writing?!
In a conversation with Michael Kimball, Zucker says:
– The form of it was always a central concern. “What is this?” I kept wondering, as I wrote. Is it an essay? Is it prose? Is it a journal? Is it poetry? Is it a “lyric essay”? Is it hybrid? Who is it for? Who in the whole world would ever read this mutant thing?
– Who do you imagine the reader might be, of your poems?
Megan O’Rourke asks Jorie Graham in a video segment called “Balancing Parenthood and Poetry”. Graham answers:
– I am addressing something which sort of feels like a merging of a disapproving mother and a god who has heard everything, who is bored, who has heard everything humanity have to say, who is no longer interested in their problems. …
Mother: a source of origin, viewed affectionately.
– Why did I think that a good mother had to be a woman who had a conventional life? Why did I confuse conventionality and stability?
– This cathexis between mother and daughter – essential, distorted, misused – is the great unwritten story.
“What if it were possible to tell you everything about myself by quoting others?”
cathexis, charge (noun)
(psychoanalysis) cathexis is defined as the process of investment of mental or emotional energy in a person, object, or idea. The Greek term cathexis (κάθεξις) was chosen by James Strachey to render the German term Besetzung in his translation of Sigmund Freud‘s complete works. (The German word Besetzung (Norwegian: besettelse) is actually a simple, ordinary, everyday word. Why did Strachey want to make things complicated?).