“Close to Each Other With [a / the] Body” / “paq’qatát cilakátk”
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Note: This broadside is part of our annual translation special feature. This year’s guest editor is Joan Naviyuk Kane. We asked her to select two poems—one from a forthcoming publication from Tavern Books, one by a poet writing in a language indigenous to the Americas. We are grateful for her time and vision. Of her choices, she had this to say:
It’s an honor to bring Michael Wasson’s poem and his translation work to your attention. The honor outweighs the anxiety of observing the steamrolling smoothness with which the German of Borchers’ poem is redeployed into English. There are thousands upon thousands of translators between these languages. How many translators of Niimíipu are there? Does it matter to you, reader, that the language survives, unflinchingly embedded in Wasson’s consciousness and page? What are the implications of requiring legibility from languages that survive millennia through their exclusive orality rather than through the economies complicit in their written inscription? Connection through language is not a crass manipulation of power structures. Lyric can be a way to become more elusive, not less so. Its resonant genus may pull attention away from the power of the dominant cultures that seek to discursively define its subjects. I could quote Emily Apter or Barbara Johnson. And I settle on the latter. “In translation, the body is never in exactly the same place.” And again, “only through translation does the work’s foreignness to its own language become apparent.”
—Joan Naviyuk Kane
Do you see an overlap between the act of translation and the act of responding visually to a piece of literature?
Poet Michael Wasson: I see it, but not very well. It’s pretty blurry. But I think it has a lot to do with a hunger for discovering a mystery. Wanting to move into a fathom to find something that might change you. How the more we try to unearth an initial ‘meaning,’ the wider the hole that we’ve dug continues to get. I was so looking forward to Amy’s response. To realize what was guiding her was only my gapped little scribble. It’s humbling. How her work’s life met mine only through our ways of seeing the world and thereby finding a common moment of stability—in one palpable thing being ‘held up’ by something unseeable, something seemingly unpalpable.
How does translation fit into your creative life?
Poet Michael Wasson: I don’t know if it truly ‘fits’ as much as it has always been a part of my little ‘creative’ life. A hand. Or a shoulder. A jawbone. I never asked how my arm fits to my body. It’s just my arm. But many of our ‘creative’ lives somehow involve language being a conversation between the unsayable and the transformative. I like opening possibilities. So when nimipuutímt blossoms a smidge out from the page, I let it be. Just let it ache and breathe and be alive there in its beautiful little textual and/or sonic breach. For me, maybe that’s how it fits. Like a tiny fracture from a world somewhere inside me. Revealing brief layers to a life I’ve been given. Like the origins of my arm was all my ancestors deciding, okay this is how his arm should be.
Why this poem?
Artist Amy Meissner: This poem reminded me of this piece of textile art I completed in 2015. “Reliquary #8: Scroll,” is from the Reliquary Series, which is an exploration of found objects, history, memory and loss. It’s anchored by the remnants of two dock bollards found on an Alaskan beach, with the scroll form acting as a vessel for the valueless found objects embedded within its length—stones, shell, bone, abandoned embroidery and discarded cloth. It is a reliquary for the combined narrative of these items, a romance with the fragment, an act of revering a collection of things which are normally overlooked. This poem spoke to me in a similar way.
Poet Michael Wasson: I wonder that myself! Both in my tribal language and the language I use to navigate my current life (Japanese), assumed context plays a major role in what we mean and what we leave out. There’s so much we don’t need to say because it’s there between us. With white space as an indication of the unknown, as soon as I broke the first nimipuutímt word in two, I didn’t know whether a ghost was appearing or simply a whisper. It distorted a single view into several views. Almost kaleidoscopic. Who did these sounds belong to? So I guess the poem wanted to challenge how I am to see the ghosts of my life, whether paternal, ancestral, mythic, or historical. The context of the speaker’s body is maybe what made the poem split itself in order to see. Somewhere, I’m there as a nimíipuu body. But also, everyone and no one is there. Only a body and another. But who’s to say?
Read any good books lately?
Poet Michael Wasson: I was talking to a nurse and a vice principal a little while ago at a dinner party about Murakami’s 1Q84 and his Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. Also, I’ve been reading Eduardo C. Corral’s Slow Lightning and Vuong’s Night Sky with Exit Wounds a bajillion times over. And I started reading Milnes’ Winnie-the-Pooh in Japanese recently. It’s so adorable.
Artist Amy Meissner: I’m currently reading Labor of Love: The Invention of Dating by Moira Weigel—an examination of a century of dating and how this shaped our ability/inability to relate to our partners or even find partners due to all the rules and social cues laid out for women. I don’t know what prompted me to read this, but it’s fascinating.
Seen any great art lately?
Artist Amy Meissner: The Anchorage Museum at Rasmuson Center recently had a fabulous exhibition called “View From Up Here: The Arctic at the Center of the World,” an international contemporary art exhibition with a focus on the Arctic through film, photography, installations and sculpture. Fourteen artists highlighted “Arctic cultures, landscapes, scientific research and visions of the future” with their work. Outstanding.
Poet Michael Wasson: I recently had a piece at The Rumpus, and I was asked about an accompanying art piece. My first reaction was: Jaune Quick-to-See Smith. Her work is wonderful and makes me feel so much about the different gazes and histories upon the indigenous body. Also Sarah Biscarra Dilley, whose work is powerful. And I got the chance to see Hideaki Hamada’s photography this year in Nagoya at the Lights Gallery with my friend. So good.