{"id":1404,"date":"2020-07-27T15:01:17","date_gmt":"2020-07-27T15:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/?p=1404"},"modified":"2020-07-27T15:36:43","modified_gmt":"2020-07-27T15:36:43","slug":"re-visiting-the-west-susan-kay-andersons-mezzanine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/2020\/07\/27\/re-visiting-the-west-susan-kay-andersons-mezzanine\/","title":{"rendered":"Re-visiting the West: Susan Kay Anderson\u2019s \u201cMezzanine\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Finishing Line Press, $19.99<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>reviewed by Cameron Scott<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Susan Kay Anderson&#8217;s &#8220;Mezzanine&#8221; is one of the best collections of poems I&#8217;ve read this year. Maybe it is because I am partial to the West. As in the dusty, isolated, windy, vast open spaces tucked away from urban centers, trashed-out, stuck in its solitude but still striving to be something dashing instead of dashed. That West. Anderson opens the collection with the following couplet \u201cWhere is my West?\/ How do I find it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For anyone who has grown up in, moved to, or thought about the West, \u201cMezzanine\u201d attempts to make peace with a West that is often packaged and sold (the dreamer&#8217;s west, composed of blue-grass music, pint jars of beer, and escape) with the West we are given: boom and bust, land grabs, dispossession. \u201cMezzanine,\u201d the plush red-velvety facade, and what appears upon a closer look: a laborer stuck with cleaning the spilled soda, gum, and partially chewed up chunks and discards left on the floor.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At its best, \u201cMezzanine\u201d views the West through someone else\u2019s eyes and imagination. Anderson presents her readers with a narrator who works \u201cgraveyard shift cleaning a building on the university campus\u2026 a place to look up, out, and back.\u201d And with that opening, the next paragraph unfolds with a weight and purpose that projects its reader throughout the rest of the book: \u201cThe grey cement floors become a shiny cave, my dust mop is a bear\u2019s fur that leaves the place polished with a sheen of&nbsp;<em>Baerenschliffe<\/em>, bear shimmer that beautifies and brings in more light. My mind is a butterfly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Much like the vistas of the West that change with perspective, so too, do Anderson\u2019s poems. These poems come from as much of a bear-like, butterfly-flapping, and bee-ish imagination as they are rooted in the blue-collar world of the mezzanine. \u201cI have myself to the moment,\/ I heard what I wanted to hear.\u201d In many of these poems, the narrator is working through that ultimate question: what is the West?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>While we may never truly answer that question, by the end of this collection, the reader is left with a transformation: a narrator transformed. At its core, \u201cMezzanine\u201d is a collection of poems about how sometimes what we need isn&#8217;t what we think we need. About what we find through imagination as we examine the past. Anderson writes \u201cI thought this was the West\/ I have escaped to somewhere else.\u201d And lucky us, we get to escape with her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Finishing Line Press, $19.99 reviewed by Cameron Scott Susan Kay Anderson&#8217;s &#8220;Mezzanine&#8221; is one of the best collections of poems I&#8217;ve read this year. Maybe it is because I am partial to the West. As in the dusty, isolated, windy, vast open spaces tucked away from urban centers, trashed-out, stuck in its solitude but still [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":507,"featured_media":1406,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,6],"tags":[231,230,232,229],"class_list":["post-1404","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-basaltblog","category-featured-articles","tag-cameron-scott","tag-mezzanine","tag-oregon-poets","tag-susan-anderson"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1404","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/507"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1404"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1404\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1405,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1404\/revisions\/1405"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1404"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1404"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eou.edu\/basalt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1404"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}