Now, don’t you go reading the word poetry and get scared off. Read on. You’ll like it.
Transcendent Word of the Mundane: An exploration of Karl Petersen’s collection of contemporary poetry, Urban Fits
Petersen paints his city with a generous view: generous in scope, taking in the “gutters and the limos” (“Commencement for an Urban Poet” 1), and generous in feeling, writing poetry often lined with humor and hope. His latest collection, Urban Fits (which itself employs Petersen’s hope-woven wordplay), draws attention to the subtly significant, even sacred, quality of everyday comings and goings in his city and his soul.
Employing the rhythms of person and place through sound and image, Petersen’s poetry is engaging and provoking in a style which remains largely accessible to the everyman and woman of whom he writes:
After the fireworks
the oo’s and ah’s, the applause,
after the smoke clears
gunpowder still lingers
like the untimely fart of a lover. (1-6)
Petersen’s preference for consonance and assonance, like what we hear from “Afterglow” above, enables his poetry to quietly transform the humdrum (like the gunpowder-fart no one is supposed to consider transcendent) into art. This, coupled with familiar urban imagery, has the effect of unassuming, unintruding readability, sweeping us up in the narrative of the particular view Petersen has framed for us image by image:
a baby navigates
the pre-dawn of its birth–
twisting and somersaulting
like an astronaut
in a cramped capsule
eager to stretch his legs
in outer space
we’ve all been there
restless to escape the comfort
of watery solitudes
for exotic constellations
as we rumble and bump along
in this tin womb of a bus (“Navigating the Dawn” 2-8, 19-25)
Urban Fits is divided into four untitled sections, each of which opens with a poem embodying the collection’s two major themes: the city and the sacred. Inviting us to see and hear and experience what he sees, hears, experiences through the frame of his window, Petersen introduces us to this collection with “Pigeon Matins”:
grace the window pane
at the parting of curtains
the angels arise
in a tidy choir on wires,
to the powers that be (6-12, 17)
By answering the church-choir call of pigeons outside his window, Petersen summons his readers “from dormancy” (13) to journey with him in meditative contemplation of the uncommon commonplace.
While love and friendship and community, death and birth, poverty and wealth, truth and beauty are all explored in the broad scope of Urban Fits, the most recurrent motif in Urban Fits is the Vancouverite daily commute. Petersen’s city bus and traffic jam embody the transient city life: the drab and quotidian, the seemingly insignificant and disconnected congregation of the people within a particular time and place. Petersen views traffic jams and bus occupants as sacrosanct congregations because, refusing to be contained within the cathedral, it is Petersen’s Catholic faith which informs his day-to-day:
Drink it in–
brake lights stalling you
in a memory that nags from last night’s quarrel,
bumpers snarling—you’re daily wine.
You can only wait and curse and cry for mercy. (“Morning Mass” 12-16)
We come to gather that the narrative of Petersen’s faith as it regards the human condition does not leave us waiting and cursing and crying, for Petersen does not leave us there:
On a nearby chimney,
an orphan squirrel of bygone wood groves, survivor,
raises little hands to offer up your absolution—
dashing over the housetops with deft invocations
in the twitches of his tail, into a tree,
like an arrow prayer at morning mass.
Then he is gone again, into a confessional of firs. (18-20, 23-24, 27-28)
Karl Petersen’s poetry is full of humor and hope, the occasional exhortation, and ultimately, faith that the daily grind which can make us feel, almost ineffably, that things aren’t the way they’re supposed to be, is itself laced with profound laughter and grace. Urban Fits is a delightful invitation to its readers to slow the moving picture of our lives frame by frame so we notice and consider our own daily liturgy.