A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
In general, these poems reach beyond the realm of the personal, the tidal wave becoming<br />
a powerful, faceted leitmotif.<br />
The final part, “Painter,” deals with the two deaths she had to face in a single<br />
year: that of her father, more than eighty, and that of her son, only twenty-seven. The<br />
“Painter” section bears the heavy burden of facing the fundamental powerlessness and<br />
loneliness of being human, especially trying when both genealogical lines, descent and<br />
progeny, are cut at the same time. These poems are Kono’s most fragile yet most<br />
impressive attempt at ‘making sense,’ in order not to be overcome by grief. Kono’s<br />
poems are an impressive example of how the creation of art is essentially a distancing<br />
action, allowing for beauty and meaning even in the face of tragedy and futility.<br />
Considering all the cares, losses and traumata that are contained in Kono’s poems, the<br />
collection explains how turning experience into art is a human necessity. The Tsunami<br />
Years are aptly named, tidal waves recurrently washing over a life and a family – and, in<br />
extension, over the islands – resulting in loss after loss, wariness and fear, and a pressing<br />
need to salvage bits and pieces, to reestablish order and beauty, if only on paper.<br />
Eric Chock’s treatment of the personal and the familial appears well-balanced in<br />
its distance to the actual self. His 1990 collection Last Days Here is divided into four<br />
parts which group the poems thematically: “In a Lullaby” deals with childhood and the<br />
lessons one learns, the passing down of rules, of hierarchies, as when the poet addresses<br />
his father: “you stood over me / like the white man you hate / in your dreams.” 359 One<br />
simple sentence encodes the nature of the colonial grip, symptomatic of a perception that<br />
does not deny the interpenetration of personal and political. The second part, “The<br />
Meaning of Fishing,” captures the next ‘phase’ of life (and of awareness), adolescence,<br />
coming of age, growing up. Fishing, the central occupation and metaphor in this section,<br />
is more than the actual act of casting one’s line, as one of Chock’s most famous pieces,<br />
“Poem for My Father,” shows:<br />
I lie dreaming<br />
when my father comes to me and says,<br />
I hope you write a book someday.<br />
He thinks I waste my time, […]<br />
I wish for the lure that catches all fish<br />
359 “Pulling Weeds,” in Eric Chock, Last Days Here, Honolulu 1990: 19.<br />
131