Jennifer Grotz

In the title poem of Jennifer Grotz’s new volume, she writes: “Memory meticulously stitches / the market square / where stalls of fruit / ripened in the heat.” She is writing about a square in Krakow (the city is the subject of many of the poems in the first section of the book), but as the title The Needle suggests, memory stitching together moments, thoughts, and emotions is the theme that runs throughout the book.

I found myself wanting to bookmark so many of these poems that I had to stop myself. Grotz uses whole sentences, and her style is so calm and fluid that the poems just seem natural. Yet, they retain that mystery of language that is in all good poetry. Grotz illuminates the beauty in the everyday, the minutiae, but also takes the beautiful and focuses on the details the rest of us miss.

In “Landscape with Town Square,” Grotz’s metaphors are playful:

One way to survive is to be a little piece of scenery
Among the mirabilia of the square, spending one’s time

In an outdoor cafe while a weather system of people
Drips ice cream on the ground…

Yet, she becomes introspective at the end, after a rain has cleared the square, and returns to her theme of how we decipher memory and what we have seen:

It is hard to know which view is really reality: the square itself, wiped clean
Of all the people, or the incomprehensible shuffling of the people

Who are incomprehensible and shuffling all over the world, all the time.
Either view scours the heart, keeps down its wild romantic notions.

In the second section, Grotz focuses on childhood memories. The most powerful poems in the volume are about her brother who passed away. I do not know the details, but the poems are very intimate. Grotz writes in “He Who Made the Lamb Made Thee:”

Later we were taught about original sin
but as children, I remember when we found it.
That’s what we did as children: we looked for things
after dinner was over, as the sun was going down…

They discovered a cat the older neighborhood boys had killed in a field . Grotz’s brother had watched, and it had a profound effect on him. She writes about that loss of innocence:

…the cat
didn’t have to be lost and soon you
would break down doors, bang your fist into windows
and mirrors and even my face
as you turned into something no one could tame.
Earlier that day we had plucked honeysuckle
and sipped the tiny mouths.

The third section of the book focuses on the poet’s observations of herself (I am making the assumption here that it is the poet and not some other speaker) and objects. There is a sense of longing in these poems, but Grotz also made me crack a smile or two. She writes in “Aubade:”

A bee flew up my dress
and stung my thigh
at the exact moment I was thinking of you.
That was your first try.

Grotz’s previous volume, Cusp, won the Bread Load Writers’ Conference Bakeless Prize and several other honors. The Needle is a strong testimony that she is indeed one of America’s best young poets. The Needle will be available March 2011 from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.… (plus d'informations)