Appendices Pulled From A Study On Light
ISBN 978-1-944682-89-7 90 pages $25.00
"Along with viewing illuminated manuscripts and explorations of dazzling manifestations of light, Babbitt extols the joy of reading with a poet’s enthusiasm."
"Babbitt transmutes the language he was offered through Catholicism into the language of his readings of margins, and in turn, marginalia: the strophe of the book is transmuted into centerpiece: apostrophe. What else but alchemy or poetry could do that?"
—Tarpaulin Sky Magazine
Geoffrey Babbitt writes with a Sebaldian sense of time and cycles, with the experimental soul that Geoffrey Hill was reaching for, and all the lyricsm of Komunyakaa; so what can this mean? It means that Babbitt is an original and fresh voice, one that tugs at you with the sense of the familiar and yet with nothing you can pin down. It means that while you can see grace notes in his work, there is nothing of any other poet in him, a one-off, a beautiful but unexpected shift of light. What he does here, with delicacy and subtle moves, is create a space for presence to manifest. He pries open the matters of belief, of the terror of the loss of faith, of the constant negotiation between the heart and the mind, between the intellect and that awe we all believe to be present in the daily moments of our lives and loves but can never find the words for. This book is a meditation that the reader will return to often and rediscover themselves and the world in fresh and promising ways. It is the offering from a man in deep, abiding love with poetry and all the hope it offers.
The margin of a halo is all the words preceding Genesis, the light by which to read the Light of this world. Geoffrey Babbitt is the mage and scholar of this margin, parsing it exactly into hours and into loves. There are sudden amplitudes in these poems. There is infinite patience. And arched over all, there is timely, tender regard. Not until I had read it all straight through did I realize that here was a book I’d been waiting for, watching for, twenty years and more. It’s thrilling.
Do we see by the light of the sun or by the light of the word? Do we see through or under or above, do we see ourselves over against the copy of our thought (the word), or because of our thought (the word)? God is a word that has long sought to bring humans light, a word as a way of looking that this book explores —“something shimmers/ and we cannot track/the source since its eye is carved by smoke,” writes the poet, yet the poet has found a way to drench these words in light, like a bright bird flitting along the line.
Like a light magician, Geoffrey Babbitt runs through the world illuminating all its people and its objects: Cranes and clocks, pipes, sheep, and Rimbaud, Pope Leo, and fishermen’s nets, and bright cherries. Like the illuminators of old manuscripts, Babbitt draws our eyes to the brightest image, glosses the word in bright sheaths. If his words were sparks, the whole world would be on fire—but fortunately, these words are electric arcs—even in great darkness, you will be able to see them.
This is Geoffrey Babbitt’s first book. His poems and essays have appeared in North American Review, Pleiades, Colorado Review, DIAGRAM, Notre Dame Review, TYPO, Tarpaulin Sky, The Collagist, Interim, Western Humanities Review, and elsewhere. Raised in Boise, Idaho, he studied at Connecticut College and earned his Ph.D. in creative writing at the University of Utah. Geoffrey currently coedits Seneca Review and teaches at Hobart & William Smith Colleges in the Finger Lakes region of New York, where he lives with poet Kathryn Cowles and their three daughters.