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Michael P. Naughton
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Why this boook does not have any reviews on Amazon addles me, so I guess I will be the first. According to Robert Bly's website:
"This 1981 collection, with its mythological resonance and intricate stanza forms, was one of Bly's most revolutionary in its time. "Black Coat" is the point where Bly's poetry meets his fascination with the male psyche, laying the poetry foundation for his subsequent work with men and his prose work, Iron John."
The poetic themes and prose range from father and son relations to loss and longing.
In the poem "Eleven O'clock at Night" Bly writes: Now more and more I long for what I cannot escape from/The sun shines on the side of the house across the street/Eternity is near, but it is not here.
I personally enjoyed Iron John years ago and found it to be a seminal work at the time and The Man in the Black Coat adumbrates
Bly as the thoughtful poet.
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This is an important work of Bly's poetry, because herein he begins his work in the men's movement, with poems about his father and himself as a father. But I still found it to be only a three star work, because many of the poems are so intensely personal that I couldn't understand what the hell they were about. Any some of these poems have appeared in other of Bly's collections, so I was re-reading poems I'd already read before. So this collection was important, but it was not my favorite of Bly's works, and indeed I didn't much enjoy it. I thought of giving it two stars, but I did enjoy enough of the poems herein to give it three stars.
My favorite poem in the collection was entitled "Eleven O'Clock at Night" and is a long prose poem. I like the very ending the best, it goes like this:
...Air itself is willing without pay to lift the 707's wing, and for that there is no solution. Pistons and rings have appeared in the world; valves usher gas vapor in and out of the theater box ten times a second; and for that there is no solution. Something besides my will loves the woman I love. I love my children, though I did not know them before they came. I change every day. For the winter dark of late December there is no solution.
This poem teeters on being nonsense, but the sense of the meaning resonates through the images no matter how scattered and strange they are, and so I like the poem. I like poetry that means something, not language poetry solely for the sounds of the words or poetry that exists to convey exotic emotions or images without context. I found this collection to be full of nonsense, and that made me dislike many of the poems. Bly is a better poet than this, and I think this collection marked a transitional stage for him, which is why it's such a strange collection. He's still playing with imagery, but he's moving toward the men's movement, and leaving behind older concerns, and so the poems are fragmented and weird.
I can't really recommend this collection. I like the men's movement poems herein, but they're not strong enough to carry the collection through its dark and twisting ramblings. The reason why you'd read this collection is to see the foundations that would become "Iron John," Bly's prose for the men's movement and the book that put him on the map as an important national writing figure. There is nothing else in this collection that warrants a reading. Most of the poems are peculiar and too personal to really speak to the reader; it's more like Bly writing to himself than to you. For these reasons, three stars, and no recommendation.