Shroud of the Gnome

Overview

Speakers in James Tate's poems are and are not like those we know: a man's meditation on gardening renders him witless; another man traps theories and then lets them loose in a city park; a nun confides that "it was her / cowboy pride that got her through"; a gnome's friend inhabits a world where "a great eschatological ferment is at work. "Shroud of the Gnome" is a bravura performance in Tate's signature style: playful, wicked, deliriously sober, charming, and dazzling. Here, once again, one of America's most ...

See more details below
Paperback
$13.64
BN.com price
(Save 14%)$15.99 List Price
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (16) from $3.19   
  • New (4) from $8.43   
  • Used (12) from $3.19   
Sending request ...

Overview

Speakers in James Tate's poems are and are not like those we know: a man's meditation on gardening renders him witless; another man traps theories and then lets them loose in a city park; a nun confides that "it was her / cowboy pride that got her through"; a gnome's friend inhabits a world where "a great eschatological ferment is at work. "Shroud of the Gnome" is a bravura performance in Tate's signature style: playful, wicked, deliriously sober, charming, and dazzling. Here, once again, one of America's most masterful poets celebrates the inexplicable in his own strange tongue.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Stephen Whited
Tate, who has won almost every major poetry prize, can hardly claim the title of bemused outsider, but it’s an intellectual pose he has always adopted. He’s the smart guy’s—and I mean to say “guys”—Charles Bukowski. In book after book, his elaborate conceits present a synthetic blend of plain everyday life, dreary companions, nature outside the window, the amusing cliche and various absurd associations, which makes the familiar enigmatic by way of surreal images. Ultimately, however, Tate doesn’t expand the real: He narrows its scope, limiting his impact with a fashionable ennui. His anti-poems merely reflect a precious distaste for the comfortable academic world Tate himself inhabits.
Albert Mobilio
James Tate's new collection, The Shroud of the Gnome (a title that could have graced a Moody Blues or King Crimson album), is his 12th since winning the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award in 1967. The book continues his sly subversion of the anecdotal poem. For instance, in "Restless Leg Syndrome," the familiar anecdotal tone of Tate's first lines is quickly punctured by their spiky abstraction: "After the burial/we returned to our units/and assumed our poses./Our posture was the new posture/and not the sick old posture." The speaker then reports on all the items -- an ocelot, a scrimshaw collection, a snuff box -- he uncontrollably kicks, and the poem wraps up with a blow delivered to "the White House we keep on hand/just for situations such as this." This is high-grade nonsense, undiluted by whimsy, and as such affords more head-scratching than knowing nods.

Another smart bit of funambulistic clowning opens the poem "Twenty-Five":



Twenty-five is such a big number
if you're talking about how many times I make
love every
day.
But if that's all the years she lived,
although she was a full-time nudist
and necromancer, it seems so insignificant
and one might even say "Why bother?"

Tate bends and bounces the trite conventions of a birthday wish in a poem that outlines his overall insurgent strategy: "Twenty-five minutes later, he was sleeping like a baby,/which I realize is a cliché and I only say it to punish him, to torment him so that he might in fact/stop 'sleeping like a baby' if he so hates clichés." For readers whose digestion can handle this double-talking, Tate serves his anecdotes well scrambled. -- Salon

Adam Kirsch
On the surface, his poetry is deliberately difficult....But if his style owes a great deal to Dada, his feeling is almost Victorian in its piety: he is always concerned to tell us that beneath the busyness and loneliness of our daily lives, there remains in us the possibility for peace, happiness and real human connection. -- The New York Times Book Review
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780880015622
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 7/28/1999
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 96
  • Product dimensions: 5.37 (w) x 8.37 (h) x 0.21 (d)

Meet the Author

James Tate was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1943. He is the author of sixteen books of poetry, including The Ghost Soldiers; Return to the City of White Donkeys; Memoir of the Hawk; Shroud of the Gnome; Worshipful Company of Fletchers, which won the National Book Award in 1994; Selected Poems, which won the Pulitzer Prize and the William Carlos Williams Award in 1991; Distance from Loved Ones; Reckoner; Constant Defender; Riven Doggeries; Viper Jazz; Absences; Hints to Pilgrims; The Oblivion Ha-Ha; and The Lost Pilot, which was selected by Dudley Fitts for the Yale Series of Younger Poets. He teaches at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

WHERE BABIES COME FROM

Many are from the Maldives,
southwest of India, and must begin
collecting shells almost immediately.
The larger ones may prefer coconuts.
Survivors move from island to island
hopping over one another and never
looking back. After the typhoons
have had their pick, and the birds of prey
have finished with theirs, the remaining few
must build boats, and in this, of course,
they can have no experience, they build
their boats of palm leaves and vines.
Once the work is completed, they lie down,
thoroughly exhausted and confused,
and a huge wave washes them out to sea.
And that is the last they see of one another.
In their dreams Mama and Papa
are standing on the shore
for what seems like an eternity,
and it is almost always the wrong shore.


A KNOCK ON THE DOOR

They ask me if I've ever thought
about the end of the world,
and I say, "Come in, come in,
let me give you some lunch, for God's sake."
After a few bites it's the afterlife
they want to talk about. "Ouch," I say,
"did you see that grape leaf skeletonizer?"
Then they're talking about redemption
and the chosen few sitting right by His side.
"Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?"
I am surrounded by burned up zombies.
"Let's have some lemon chiffon pie
I bought yesterday at the 3 Dog Bakery."
But they want to talk about my soul.
I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies
everywhere. "Would you gentlemen
like to take a nap, I know I would."
They stand and back away from me,
out the door, walking toward my neighbors,
a black cloud over their heads
and they see nothing without end.


NEVER AGAIN THE SAME

Speaking of sunsets,
last night's was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you,
are
they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
People were screaming in the streets.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn't natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn't breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
Plutonian emeralds,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less
prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another's eyes--
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.


IN HIS HUT SAT BABA JAGA,
HAG-FACED AND WITH A LEG OF CLAY

After the narrator's abrupt departure
several significant threads were left dangling
so, to break the tension, I chimed in:
What if a finger-sized peasant
makes off with a magic steed, eh?
This seemed to please them.
And Ivan eats a bird's giblets
which gives him the ability to spit up gold.
Could feel my power growing.
But this makes him very thirsty
and he drinks a great deal of beer.
Soon he is pixilated and experiences
an overwhelming desire to kiss his sister.
Ivan sets off on his quest.
Here, incidentally, also belongs the dialogue
between the stepmother and the chisel.
The sister, the homely Dorita,
dotes only on agrarian prosperity.


PER DIEM

Spherically wondrous sunbeam
dwelling in the mansion
of the pine of chastity,
today we bought an ice pack
for Mildred's injured foot.
Luminous shadow
in the plumflower chamber,
Edna quit her job yesterday,
got drunk, stayed drunk,
behaved like a defective monster
collapsing in the mansion
of self-pity. Meanwhile,
the great sea of compassion
rolled in, rolled out, rolled in.
And the blue mountain
of itself remains,
and the blind shampooers
never tire of their work.
Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Where Babies Come From 1
Days of Pie and Coffee 2
Knock on the Door 5
Never Again the Same 6
Restless Leg Syndrome 8
The Blind Heron 11
Acting on a Tip 13
Shroud of the Gnome 15
My Felisberto 17
Same as You 18
At the Days End Motel 20
The Definition of Gardening 21
Acupuncture 23
Shut Up and Eat Your Toad 24
Lafcadio 26
Nonstop 27
Everything for the Horse 29
Dream On 30
And That's the Good News 33
Beautiful New Mirrors Have Arrived 34
Different Kinds of Embroidery 35
School of Paddling 37
Of Two or Three Minds 38
The Faults of the Mariner's Compass 41
In His Hut Sat Baba Jaga, Hag-Faced and with a Leg of Clay 42
A Road Open at Both Ends 43
"Sodomy in Shakespeare's Sonnets" 44
A Dangerous Adventure 45
Faulty Diction 47
Chronology of Events 48
Who Will See Me Thru? 49
Revenge of the Jagged Ambush Bug 51
Admirable Bird 53
You Be the One 54
Smart 56
The Sleeping Disorder Tour 58
The Figure in the Carpet 59
Edge City 61
I Left My Couch in Tatamagouche 63
Twenty-Five 64
Brave Face 66
Think of Your Absent Friend 68
The New Ergonomics 70
Per Diem 72
Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Be the first to write a review
( 0 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(0)

4 Star

(0)

3 Star

(0)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously

    If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
    Why is this product inappropriate?
    Comments (optional)