A Tale of Psyche – a review of Vincent Ferrini’s poetry

Vincent Ferrini, A Tale of Psyche (1st edition) English (buy this book)
Review by deb Ewing

Poetry is infinite aiming toward finite, distillation of the poet’s mind, conveyance of a specific image which wasn’t given in words. Sometimes, and these are some of my favorite times, poetry is words sprinkled onto a page – a dance, performance art in two dimensions instead of three.

I sat in the virtual audience as Igneus Press interviewed poet/performance/artist Elizabeth Gordon McKim on Facebook. She knew Vincent Ferrini, and she told us (and by us I mean me) about him.

EGMcK: Vincent Ferrini…well, you knew Vincent, too, didn’t you?

Sophia Kidd: I met him. I knew him through my father for decades, and then I met him, I rode my bicycle down to see him.

EGMcK: Okay, he was a very instrumental person for me…He grew up in Lynn (Massachussetts); he was Italian, he came from anarchist roots, and he grew up in some of the tenements here. And his parents were shoe workers…(laughing) we recognized each other. We definitely recognized each other.

Stories of Lynn Mural, photo courtesy of davidfichter.com

~let me, the narrator, interject here: Is this not an important aspect to poetry as well? Don’t we peek inside these chapbooks hoping to recognize another one of us, a kindred spirit, free or tortured, attempting to translate what doesn’t fit well in society’s language?

EGMcK: …he was just a big force; he took up a lot of space, it was always kinda good space, it was great space with Vincent. There was so much history there, and poetry, and learning, and sexuality; inquisitiveness and curiosity and barbs…”my life is a poem…life is a poem…”

SK: (arms outstretched) “I AM THE POEM!” My dad used to tell this story, and I can’t really do it well, because you need to be able to see my feet…Vincent stood up one day and said to my dad, he put one foot over here, and one foot over here, and said “I HAVE ONE FOOT IN THIS WORLD, PETER, AND ONE FOOT IN THE OTHER WORLD. AND I CAN TELL YOU ONE THING. I AM THE POEM!!!!”

~and this is when I knew I had to go back and read A Tale of Psyche from the top.

EGMcK: (laughing) That’s Vincent. And it’s so wonderful to see where I live here, in Lynn, if I just walk down one block this way, it’s this big public mural and we have people like Frederick Douglass and various people that lived in Lynn…and there’s Vincent! He’s on the mural with his black hat and everything, sort of peeking over everything…he’s so much part of the spirit here. And just as for all of us, we’ve had people who have influenced us, some of them well-known, and some of them familial; you know, from our everyday lives. And Vincent was a person, certainly, from a time in my life…there were so many questions I had about who I was, and Vincent helped for me to feel myself as an artist and as a poet, and to be just part of that big stream.

~ and here we come to the point, don’t we? We want to feel ourselves for what we are, and also to feel ourselves part of that big stream.

This bigger-than-self drawing of Vincent Ferrini translates onto the pages of A Tale of Psyche. He plants a foot firmly on this part of the page, and another here, and another over there. A Tale of Psyche is unconventional – it comprises eight poems, but some of them cross several pages like rabbit-tracks in fresh fallen snow. Ferrini talks a lot about dual states: in and out, between, like a shoreline.

I keep A Tale of Psyche in my purse these days – poetry living my life with me. It has crumpled pages, dog-eared corners, food stains. This book has to be lived, breathed, moving, because to read it aloud for you (and I will) doesn’t give the whole picture. Here, let me show you how he nearly draws a tree’s purpose:

from ‘Adytum’, A Tale of Psyche, Vincent Ferrini

…and how he approximates a wandering, wondering psyche:

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from ‘Adytum’, A Tale of Psyche, Vincent Ferrini

…so when I read the poem, I cannot just convey to you the words used to create it, because a space creates it, too.

debora Ewing reads Mirandum by Vincent Ferrini


Vincent Ferrini is the poem. With this in mind, you can read the words of a shoemaker’s son as they perform on each page and understand it’s true

for

all of us.

Further reading:

Find yourself inspired by the images of Elizabeth Gordon McKim here: elizabethgordonmckim.com

Watch the Facebook interview with Elizabeth and Sophia Kidd here: https://www.facebook.com/IgneusPress/videos/691913161687422

David Fichter gives the details of his work with Yetti Frenkel and Joshua Winer on his website here: davidfichter.com

Montserrat Alumna Yetti Frenkel is one of the Stories of Lynn mural team. See her work here: Yetti.com

Beyond Walls is the project responsible for the fantastic murals around Lynn, Massachusetts.

Speak Up! at the Walnut Street Cafe

Elizabeth Gorden McKim, featured reader at the Speak Up at Walnut Street Cafe, was also sharing news of her new book from Leapfrog Press, Lovers in the Free Fall.

Only in today’s post-COVID world could you just walk into a virtual space that just starting existing and yet (one feels) you have always belonged to. This is how I felt last Wednesday, Sep 30, when I logged into the Speak Up at Walnut Street Cafe Zoom meeting room broadcast out of West Lynn, MA. Except I was lounging on my deck in Bellingham, WA.

Featured reader Eliz McKim shares a connection with my father, founder and late publisher of Igneus Press. He always told me I needed to ‘get with’ Eliz, and so when I saw her feature and book release advertised on Facebook, I ‘got with’ Eliz. She moved me, made me cry, laugh; transported me to a place in my soul where I hadn’t been since sitting on the porch with my Dad back in June before he died. THE ORAL TRADITION!!! The SPOKEN WORD!!!

David Somerset, who hosted the reading graciously and Zoom-ed effortlessly, asked all who showed up whether they’d like to read. So I joined in, honour of honours, to read poetry in the presence of Eliz. Peter Urkowitz did a live action sketch of features and open mic readers.

Live-action sketch by Peter Urkowitz of the featured readers Nancy Bulger and Elizabeth Gorden McKim at the Walnut St. Cafe Speak Up Wednesday night poetry reading.

I chatted privately with other readers, such as Robert Whelan and Susan Demarest; Susan sent me her poem, ‘Golden Plover,’ and we traded emails. I mean, getting this much action in month eight of stay-at-home quarantine is really a boon! I want to say a big thank you to the Speak Up crowd, and I really look forward to getting over to West Lynn, MA, one day for a cup of coffee and bit of the Vincent Ferrini aura still floatin’ around that neck of the United States…

Nancy Bulger and Elizabeth Gordon Mckim were cofeatures at the Wed 9/30/2020 Speakup! Eliz released her new book from Leapfrog Press, Lovers in the Free Fall. Speak Up is a spoken word open mic a the Walnut Street Cafe in West Lynn. They welcome poets, storytellers, comedians, activist, artists, musicians and others who want to be heard in a supportive community environment. Each Wednesday they welcome a featured performer at approximately 8:30. Before and after the main feature they have five minute slots available for sign up.

Igneus Press Founding Mission Statement

Igneus began in 1990 in the parking lot next to Charlie’s Tap on Green Street, Cambridge. Wally Butts sat in the back seat, me at the wheel, Bill Kemmett in the navigator’s seat as we caroused after a Stone Soup reading at Charlie’s. We were in my blue Chevy station wagon shooting the bs, whining about how at 45 and 60 years old we did not want to send our poems, hat in hand to 30-year-old publishers. Things like that were normal after- hour’s conversation. Bill and I had been getting together since 1972 when Stone Soup Readings were held in a small book store on Cambridge Street in Boston beneath Jack Powers’ apartment. Jack was the driving force behind street and Beat poetry in Boston. We hosted all the old Beats when they came to town: Ginsberg, Corso, Ferlinghetti and many others. Wally came on the scene in 1976 from Rochester, NY.

Anyway, I was living in New Hampshire in the 90’s running a design/build landscape company, so I had the skill sets of a small business person. Hence, I threw out into the conversation, “The hell with ‘em all. Let’s start our own press.” Kemmett was skeptical for all the obvious reasons, distribution, the technical issues, the ability to acquire credibility. He told us,” It would never work.” Wally, on the other hand was very excited by the idea. He had run White Raven Press in his earlier years, so he brought some process to the table. He also had a manuscript, a collection of solid poems from the past ten years of his life titled The Required Dance, by W.E. Butts.

For the next two months Wally took a bus from Boston to Manchester, NH.  I would pick him up at the Greyhound station, and we would spend two days and a night working on his manuscript, shuffling poems, examining forms of other publications in pursuit of our own unique style and look. We gradually siphoned down all our home work to a very simplistic aesthetic using Times Roman. The cover would be simple:  title above a photo with the  poet’s name in smaller font beneath the photo. We wanted the emphasis to be upon the text of the poems. This was a time when most publications were morphing into glossy covers and esoteric fonts. Our covers were to be flat colored, heavy-weight paper. As time went by, and we did many many books of poetry and plays, we varied from that formula, but to date it is the main form we use.

Once we had the The Required Dance typeset and ready to go we kept searching our minds and imaginations for a cover image. One Sunday I woke up and over coffee told Wally I had the image. I got my five year-old daughter to put on her ballet tutu, and we set out into the day. I had a specific granite boulder in mind at woods edge of a baseball field in town. We helped my daughter climb  onto the boulder, eight feet high and 15 feet around. There she danced for us as we shot a dozen pictures of black and white film.

Old friend Gary Metras, Adastra Press, gave me the phone and address of Ed Hamilton at Celecom Corp in Longmeadow, MA. This began a relationship with Ed, an 18 year apprenticeship really, on how to prepare a book, size of runs, qualities of paper and cover stock to mention a few.  I gave him Wally’s book and the front cover along with a picture of the poet, small biography and several blurbs from fellow poets on the back cover. He gave me a call in two weeks to come get the books. Wally drove down with me to Longmeadow, and that was the birth of Igneus Press and of The Required Dance, both which have taken on a life of their own. W.E. Butts is now the residing Poet Laureate of New Hampshire and Igneus Press has put into print some 50 books in the past 22 years.

The next two books came out together:  P.J. Laska’s The Day the Eighties Began and Willam Kemmett’s Flesh of a New Moon. As we picked up momentum and interest an incredible thing occurred, a spontaneous cooperative formed, or as Peter Laska would say, “without design “ One poet might do the typesetting for a few books, another would contribute funds towards the publication of a poet they admired. In some cases two or three poets might take a mass of poems, and edit it down to a powerful book. Another poet might take on building a brochure for upcoming releases. I would say in more than half of our books, as many as 4-5 other poets made contributions and gave sweat equity to midwife books. James Decrescentis, a good poet in his own right and a fine painter, hosted the book parties at the Piano Factory in Boston for some 20 years. We would fill the room with 40 people and sell as many as 35-50 books at these readings.

Years ago I made an attempt, just once, to acquire matching NEA grants. Part of the application was to state the mission of the press. What I said then remains true today. I was always looking for the greatest diversity of work that had compassion and concern for the human condition. I worked hard not to  become a “school of poetry,” not be regional, to create a press that would represent my glimpse of who and what I think is interesting and important in this era of contemporary poetry. I have always considered it a labor of love. When it threatened to become less than that, I took a 5 year hiatus.

In the beginning I was astonished at how many really good poets from 45-85 were in need of a venue for manuscripts that were in most cases 10 years in the making. So, I feel fortunate in having so much quality poetry to work with that includes the likes of Vincent Ferrini, Richard Blevins, Joel Dailey, Richard Martin (my partner in crime on several issues), Sanford Dorbin, Roger Taus, and on and on. I have treated the press much like I do a landscape with certain elements like focus plants and waterfalls, stone walls and canopy of trees.

Most of the poets I published have evolved into significant poets 22 years later. I restarted Igneus two years ago with some new releases. I am giving into the elements of evolution, and with the unselfish help of my daughter, Sophia Kidd, Igneus Press is building a website in order to offer both past books and present books. Some have become collector’s books, certainly the deceased Ferrini’s, Butt’s books and other earlier books. It is my hope to introduce to a new generation to some of these fine writers, as well as introduce these writers to a new generation.

Peter Kidd, Publisher, 9.2.2012