Erica Hunt - Ecstasy (1'46"), from Arcade, mp3. As I suspect will happen often as this experiment unfolds, I have no print version of Erica Hunt's "Ecstasy" to refer to and check my impressions against. But after repeated listens and some untrained gazing at a spectrogram of Hunt's voicing of it (for which I used a free download called Audacity), I hear the poem as consisting of twenty-one lines clustered into five stanzas.
most sustained and rhetorically-intricate stanza is the first, which envisions
the departure from self, the ecstasy, specific to aging: the somatic palimpsest
grows ever more illegible, the origins of the damage done us become increasingly
obscure, our scars mutely refer to "no accident we can recall."
This seven-line, twenty-five second riff includes an alliterative run
(on stressed "f"-initial syllables) in the second line, a clever,
half-audible eye-rhyme on "age" and "package" between
lines one and two, a Creeley-esque internal rhyme matching "the scar
of it" to the middle syllable of "accident" in line four,
all delivered in a brisk vibrant voice. The passage culminates (after
a brief pause following line six) on a note of heightened lyricism: "in
the dark theater we embrace a faded script." Not until the final
line of the poem will anything so detached and dramaticso "poetic"be
[Originally posted 1 August 2005]
Monday -- 18 December 2006 -- permalink
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