Knife Latitudes
By
Derek Pfister
Thesis
Submitted to the Faculty of the
Graduate School of Vanderbilt University in partial fulfillment of the requirements
for the degree of
MASTER OF FINE ARTS
in
Creative Writing
August 11, 2017
Nashville, Tennessee
Approved:
Mark Jarman
Rick Hilles
Sandy Solomon The Persistence of Fragility
I think of the poet Larry Levis when I think of things going away, Levis and autumn and the pulling back of color and light and warmth, a necessary pulling away that reminds me of the importance of presence. Autumn drags its slow gold back, and delivers the absences of winter that reveal what I lack. I feel an enduring sensation of the fragility that surrounds me, as well as an enduring internal fragility.
I think of Levis and his early nostalgic leanings in his poetry that eventually give way to a voice that seems on the edge of slipping off into the lyrical swirl of leaves, the ebb and flow of a lyric voice that mimics the vortex of the past and present, memory and its insistencies on our daily lives, its surfacing and submerging back in a dizzying energy that lifts each breath. In a sequence of poems that served as the final project for my poetry work at Ohio State, I attempted to talk about this sensation:
The barns, the trees, the small stone path, the yard, All of it sharpened into a clarity, A fragility where everything persists.
All of it sharpened into a fragility. I think I still write in this mode of discovering clarity, and with clarity comes the fragility that binds each day like thread binding a shirt. The fabric of an afternoon could unravel at any time. This is one area I’m concerned with in my work, yet I haven’t pushed all the way toward this impulse. As a boy I stood at the street watching the fast traffic flashing past my father’s house, and I thought I was the only one thinking of what was going away. Then, it was only a few hours. It was the afternoon’s golden edges over Ohio