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Some Rules Not Yet Discovered: Stumbling After William Stafford

The Way It Is: New & Selected Poems, William Stafford, St. Paul: Graywolf Press, 1998
You Must Revise Your Life, William Stafford, Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1986

Valerie Bassett reads and writes in Dorchester, Massachusetts.

William Stafford
William Stafford
It has been some years filled with burning. After the fiery collapse of the World Trade Towers, amid the subsequent flares of American bombs in night skies in Kabul and Baghdad, fiery rhetoric, and my own combustion of rage, despair, dissent, and powerlessness, I have often turned to William Stafford to cool the flames. But not to put them out. His words burn too, but with a cleaner fuel.

More disturbing
than book ashes are whole libraries that no one
got around to writing desolate
towns, miles of unthought-in cities,
and the terrorized countryside where wild dogs
own anything that moves. If a book
isn’t written, no one needs to burn it
ignorance can dance in the absence of fire.

So I’ve burned books. And there are many
I haven’t written, and nobody has.

—from “Burning a Book”

We are all implicated here as much as the book-burners and censors: accountable for the unthought, unsaid, unwritten. In the rich collection of essays, interviews, and poems about writing, You Must Revise Your Life, Stafford named one genesis of this poem as a literal experiment with the wild, bitter flavor of being a book burner. “It seemed to me that living in a free country and not testing foregone conclusions would be a loss in anyone’s life.”

Stafford’s art is devoted to the possibilities of ongoing revelation in language. “Now and then some strange, untried elements will creep into your dreams—you can’t be careful and responsible all the time. And of those stray flaws, a few may be good luck, and you will keep them; they are signs of some rules not yet discovered.” For me, as a Quaker and writer, listening for and striving erratically to be faithful to the still small voice and its unwritten rules, this is a resonant and companionable poetry. “Your exact errors make a music/ that nobody hears/ And you live on a world where stumbling/ always leads home” (from “You and Art”).

Stafford’s life, as his work, shines with experimentation with deep choice and faithfulness to his principles. Stafford was a pacifist who spent four years in a conscientious objector work camp during World War II. His chosen values of equality, pacifism, and anti-authoritarianism were deeply considered, and he worked to integrate them into all aspects of his life. The man died in 1993, but he left behind a generous body of work. The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems, published posthumously in 1998 by Graywolf Press with the assistance of Stafford’s son, writer Kim Stafford, is a good place to begin.

Book coverStafford’s poetry suggests that to be a pacifist is not just a stance in relation to war or physical violence, but a commitment to an ongoing process of reflection and unobvious choice. It requires paying attention to one’s own possibilities of violence, of selfishness, and then choosing to turn righteous energy inward and transform aggression. The gesture of moving deeper into something difficult and opening up to it, unclenched, is followed breathtakingly in the poem “Thinking about Being Called Simple by a Critic.”

...From the night again—
those words: how stupid I was.
And I closed my eyes to listen.
The words all sank down, deep
and rich. I felt their truth
and began to live them. They were mine
to enjoy. Who but a friend
could give so sternly what the sky
feels for everyone but few learn to
cherish? In the dark with the truth
I began the sentence of my life
and found it so simple there was no way
back into qualifying my thoughts
with irony or anything like that.
I went to the fridge and opened it—
sure enough the light was on.
I reached in and got the plums.

Is Stafford simple? His is a modest, quiet poetry, and also a poetry of great consequence. In it are expansive possibilities of being that counter the grasping world with the power of softness to move hard things, the vastness of impermanence, and the far-traveling capabilities of taking self very lightly: “smoke’s way.”

Smoke

Smoke’s way’s a good way—find
Or be rebuffed and gone:
A day and a day, the whole world home.

Smoke? Into the mountains I guess
A long time ago. Once here, yes,
Everywhere. Say anything? No.

I saw Smoke, slow traveler, reluctant
But sure. Hesitant, sometimes yes,
Because that’s the way things are.

Smoke never doubts though:
Some new me will appear.
Wherever you are, there is another door.

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