The Sky Needs More Work, by Corey Mesler, is an articulate and poignant portrait of a man - a man degrading, a man struggling, a man re-evolving, and, most importantly, a man surviving. Nowhere is this more eloquently summed up, than in "A Man Walking," where the speaker clearly states, "I am a man walking/into a mirror." As these lines show, this collection as whole is an introspective look into one man's life. This idea shows up again in "Old Hob," when the speaker sees himself as an old man he does not recognize, and again in "Bardo," where he states: "I am air, fire/and loss of balance." Furthering the nearly suffocating fog the speaker is drowning in, Mesler reveals an underlying psychosis, later revealed as agoraphobia. The speaker seeks tangible treatment for this issue, but, in poems like "The New Medicine," we see the real antidote is communication, writing: "See, you're already listening/and that's medicine, too."
A.J. Huffman has published eight solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. She also has two new full-length poetry collections forthcoming, Another Blood Jet (Eldritch Press) and A Few Bullets Short of Home (mgv2>publishing). She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her poetry, fiction, and haiku have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, Kritya, and Offerta Speciale, in which her work appeared in both English and Italian translation. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com
The writer is acutely aware of his own vacillation throughout these poems, an evident connectivity that pulls reader in with speaker to a place where Mesler weaves a vision of torturous phantoms of all guises, the two most prevalent being words and women.
Mesler peppers his shadowy cloud with disparaging pop-culture and historical references like 9/11 and John Lennon's death. Tangible hits to the reader's heart, these communal references pull us deeper into the darkness by playing on universal knowledge and memories. The ghosts of everyone's past stand as tyrannical, juxtapositional threads, tying us to the speaker, resonating his pain.
In this emotional revolution of poems, Mesler takes us through a lifetime's expedition of a man searching for a tangible escape through "the door," an image that is prevalent in key poems like "Dream of the Folktale" "Agoraphobe's Litany" and "Black Dog on the Porch." The speaker regards this door as an unattainable solid that he cannot find because he lives in a liquid world, a consuming fog-filled miasma of uncertainty he cannot work his way through. It takes the speaker the entire collection, which represents a whole lifetime, to realize the door was something else, something intangible, something inside that had to be unlocked, opened. The speaker lands that realization in "Black Dog on the Porch," where he states: "My hand felt/like a fresh weapon. My/hand felt like another opening." This enlightenment, this new "escape," came through writing, the very task that plagues the speaker at the beginning of the collection.
Mesler is a master of the metaphor of writing as cathartic exorcism. In the opening poem, we see that words are his life, his struggle. "Dear Editor" is a self-effacing, satirical dialogue with some universal editor where the speaker claims "The poem you accepted/is no longer mine." He continues to claim "it lost its way, wandered" and "became something other," as if the poem was an entity completely unto itself, disassociated from its maker. This speaker is lost, consumed by lack of control, and does not have the "heart or wherewithal/to even try to make sense" of his own words.
Words, however, are just one set of ghosts that haunt this collection. Like words, women also claw at him from the shadows. In "A History of Lovers," the speaker regales a list of past lovers and their subsequent lessons. He ends with the longing, desperate lines: "I am standing there still/waiting for another lover,/one who will startle me,/reject me, kill in me/what wants another and another lover." These lines cast an uncontrollable desperation over the initial poems of this collection. Later in the collection, despite a change in tone indicative of personal evolution, the examination of both major themes persists. In fact, in "Cock-a-Hoop" the speaker seamlessly melds his two phantom tormentors, words and women, into one. "Cock-a-Hoop" is a bluntly sensual metaphor of woman as poem, and the result is that these images linger, creating a transference of ghosts as the reader also becomes haunted by this recurring idea.
Just when the collection begins to weigh on the reader, threatens to consume us with its hopelessness, Mesler turns on a light in "The Remainder at Gettysburg," the transitional poem in this collection. Here, the speaker notes, "What saves us is always unexpected," and he is right. From this poem on, the same ghosts, the same memories rise like phoenixes. Painful scars of the past now take on a scabbed-over quality that is even therapeutic as the speaker picks at them. This undercurrent of not-quite-optimistic desire to change is immediately noticeable. Even the speaker's view of himself changes. In "Megrims," he refers to himself as "an experiment of a man." "A Life Colored" continues this dialogue of desire for change. Make no mistake, the speaker is still haunted by ghosts - ghosts of memories, ghosts of people (both living and dead) - even his family takes on a ghostly quality. His references to his wife and children are as almost ephemeral figures floating around him, attempting to cling to him. Nothing is solid, but instead of drowning in their darkness, he looks to these ghosts, as if they can hold the answers, the key to that door.
Rehabilitating realizations begin to turn up all through the second half of this collection. In "The Cancer of Believing You are in Control," the light bulb goes on: "it is a cancer to/believe you are in control." This new mantra brightens the speaker's outlook. He is coming to terms with his present. In "The Body Opens Like a Flame," he can now see that "There is a stillness in/vulnerability, a stillness that/is almost consoling." The speaker now has a new mission as described in "Way Fairer": "I set out with the intention/of sewing that/shadow to a soul."
Finally, Mesler brings the collection full-circle in "The Last Poem." Our speaker has written and remembered his way through the darkness and is ready to re-emerge in the light. In "The Last Poem," we are once again in dialogue with the same universal editor as in "Dear Editor," and while the self-effacing tone still lingers, there is an element of hope in the newfound desire of the speaker to get his words, those turbulent ghosts, published. "The End of the Year of Darkness" sums it up best: "What is/lost is lost" and "What I create is good," and what Mesler managed to create in these 88 pages is beyond good.