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Lubbock Electric by Anne Elezabeth Pluto

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Paperback: 45 pages
Publisher: Nixes Mate Books (2017)
Purchase: http://nixesmate.pub 9.95
 

Review by Jennifer Martelli.

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​     Anne Elezabeth Pluto’s latest collection, Lubbock Electric, is a landscape of America, a strong rush across Texas, the Plains, to the East Coast’s Brooklyn and Boston. But it’s a landscape drawn with the sensibility and lungs of Emily Dickinson: her dashes, her breathless genius. Pluto presents the reader with a night sky that curves above a landscape dotted with buffalo “—giant as boulders/easily mistaken for Gods (“Lords of the Wichita”).” In poems that, for the most part, rely on syntactical direction for signposts—as opposed to punctuation—Pluto explores the cadences of love, of death, and of memory.

Pluto’s poems, especially the love poems, entwine emotion and geography. In “A Phoenix Nest of Valentines (Texas Love Poem #4)", she writes
 
            I miss you already
            before arrival
            the sun hasn’t risen yet
            on you—the stars still give
            Texas their light—when you hold
            me in your hands imprint
            their map onto my flesh . . . .
 
The speaker’s love is a pulsation, the words impelled (like the speaker) across, to the end of the poetic line. Listen as Pluto allows for a syllabic flow and ebb, as well as an accumulation of sound in “Love Letter to Lubbock":
 
            My desire
            moves me west
            mind of my making
            I dreamt you
            for decades
            a sturdy blond boy
            on his father’s panhandle . . . .
 
The collection recounts a rhythmic journey of seasons, of death, of climates. The poems travel from Texas to the East Coast, signifying a colder place, a slower movement. In “Green May,” Pluto opens a portal to this other world, describing the skating rink near Copps Hill Burying Ground in Boston,
 
          a dollar entrance fee to find
          the rhythm of eternal life skating eights in
          imperfect time—this motion forever
          a path—a curve—a smooth surface cut . . . .
 
This “wide season/of painful repetition” is seen in Pluto’s poems where the impulse to go forward is met in equal force to the need to go back, resulting in the slow movement of memory. In “Mother Tender (2),” she resurrects Hansel’s and Gretel’s tragic trek,
 
            The bread in the forest
            Is all eaten by birds—the path
            Back home will flow without
            Words—the darkest silence . . . .
 
Movement is inexorable—or eternal—in these poems about death. In “Putney Bridge Station," Pluto writes, “You are the ghost that keeps on coming/up the stairs from the tube—”, but these “death poems” also change the dimensions of the physical and emotional spaces. While the concept of death is vast, the tomb is claustrophobic. The image of “dead animals in the house” in “Easter Sunday, 2017,” where animals are trapped, “—no space to turn and/retrace the journey in—the journey on” exemplifies Pluto’s juxtaposing the immediacy of the tomb with eternity.

Time and its slipperiness, the coupling of eternity and movement, surge throughout Lubbock Electric. Like power lines, the book thrums with this conflict. There seems to be a continuous journey to connection. In “Framed Twice,” Pluto writes:
 
            You will come
            East
            to me, journey
            of a star already risen
            the sun behind you—the horse tethered . . . .
 
Like a completed electrical current, this star reappears in “Christmas,” the final poem:
 
            This Christmas this story passes through as if you
            had entered—welcome home this star it burns for me
            as you—brilliant golden--
            the light you bring me from the west . . . .
 
Lubbock Electric is breathtaking in its rushing lines of poetry, in its fidelity to a human voice. Like a “thunder to the landscape,” Anne Elezabeth Pluto recounts an ancient story on the American landscape: a nation with ghosts, destruction, tumbleweeds, love, and the “hot cape rock streets of Lubbock.” Pluto’s voice is charged and exciting, craving
 
           . . . . the future
          haphazard mysteries
          twisting out before me . . . .
 
                                     (“Lubbock Electric”)




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​Anne Elezabeth Pluto is Professor of Literature and Theatre at Lesley University in Cambridge, MA where she is founder of Commonthought Magazine and the artistic director and one of the founders of the Oxford Street Players. She is an alumna of Shakespeare & Company, and has been a member of the Worcester Shakespeare Company since 2011. She was a member of the Boston small press scene in the late 1980s and is one of the founders and editors at Nixes Mate Review. Her chapbook, The Frog Princess, was published by White Pine Press (1985), and her chapbook Benign Protection by Cervena Barva Press (2016). Recent publications include: The Buffalo Evening News, Unlikely Stories: Episode IV, Mat Hat Lit, Pirene’s Fountain, The Enchanting Verses Literary Review, MockingHeart Review, Yellow Chair Review, Levure Litteraire – numero 12, The Naugatuck River Review, Tuesday, An Art Project, the Muddy River Review.

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