ARIEL
GRATCH reviews
Cat Poems: Wompus Tales & a Play of Despair by Christopher Shipman
(Kattywompus
Press, Somerville, MA, 2015)
As I
read Cat Poems: Wompus Tales & a Play
of Despair by Christopher Shipman, I recall Walter Benjamin’s conception of
the aura, the ephemeral glow that surrounds an original work of art. For
Benjamin, as an art object is reproduced its aura fades until we’re left with
nothing but the thought that what we’re witnessing might have, at some point,
glowed. While some might find this to be a bleak approach to contemporary art
making, one need only read Shipman’s work to recognize that when the aura
fades, when the art makers seem to have disappeared, something new is always
lurking in the shadows.
The book
is comprised of two seemingly distinct works, woven together: first, the
“wompus tales,” a collection of prose poems, and second, the poetic play in
seven scenes, “metaphysique d’ephemera.” Bookending the play and the poems are
sections called “Cloud and Fragment.” These moments of disorientation draw from
the main text and serve to introduce the reader to both the text and context of
the book. Textually, we might read Cat Poems
as a story within a story. The play chronicles the disintegrating world of a
prince whose desire is to experience the beauty and the art of others. But as
the world crumbles, as the creators begin to fade, the Prince’s desire to be
nothing more than a prince who enjoys the work of his subjects, is confronted
by the inevitable absence of the subjects themselves. He is faced with becoming
prince over nothing.
Breaking
up the play every few scenes are the wompus tales. Featuring a narrator’s
memory, marked by the presence of a wompus cat, these poems are situated in a
world that is familiar, yet distinct. Dark, yet hopeful. Evoking both the
mythological wampus cat – the
distinctly American trickster figure, never tempered in her violence by having
been a children’s story – and the slang wompus
cat – the giant, nasty neighborhood stray – the poems play with themes of
danger, despair, and family in the same way that we can imagine a w[a/o]mpus
cat might play with a ball of string. Throughout these poems Shipman is able to
draw into the light the darker side of everyday family relationships. The
frustrations and fears of navigating sibling and parent relationships sit at
the center of these poems. All the while, the wompus cat hangs out around the
corners, waiting to pounce.
Reading
the play cut by the wompus tales, the wompus cat appears as perhaps the
dreamworld of the Prince. The Prince, who wants to experience the creations of
others, is not himself a creator, and the wompus cat hints at why. The wompus cat,
in all of its mass and danger, is a terrifying presence. It disrupts and makes
things messy. It tears and scratches before sauntering off to sleep in a nook. It
is the destructive force that the Prince keeps out of the pages of the play, so
instead of being destroyed, everything simply disintegrates. The images of the
wompus tales, deftly invoked by Shipman, are the mundane images of an
individual’s world in the midst of the cycle of creation and destruction. The
process of traveling through life, Shipman reminds us, is the wellspring from
which the artist draws his ink. And though the Prince has surely traveled
through his life (as have we all), he fears returning to the wellspring, the
memories that mark his distinct yet familiar life, for once there he would have
to encounter (as would we all) the wompus cat.
Shipman’s
book is playful, yet dark – I laugh as the wompus cat yearns for destruction
and death, while reading Catcher in the
Rye; I am sad that no one will embrace the wompus cat, yet who would
embrace those that embrace Holden Caulfield? But above all, the book reminds us
of the pain of being an artist. Not the pain of creation, but the pain of
knowing that you must create.
*****
Ariel Gratch is an Assistant Professor of Communication. His teaching and research emphasize the unique role that stories play in the development of culture. In addition to his work as a professor, Ariel also tells stories and conducts storytelling and public speaking workshops. He lives with his family in the suburbs of Atlanta.
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