IT & CO page
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“We are a part of
It. Not guests.
Is It us, or what
contains us?
How can It be
anything but an idea, Something teetering on the spine
Of the number i?
It is elegant
But coy. It
avoids the blunt ends
Of our fingers as
we point. We
Have gone looking
for It everywhere:
In Bibles and
bandwidth, blooming
Like a wound from
the ocean floor.
Still, It resists
the matter of false vs. real.
Unconvinced by
our zeal, It is un-
Appeasable. It is
like some novels:
Vast and
unreadable.”
In this poem Tracy uses varying
techniques to elicit something imaginary that I thought was very interesting. At first, Tracy begins using a capital “I” when saying “It”, which elicits the
question of what “It” is, she writes about the “number i” which is the
imaginary number/unit, and she mentions the various searches that have taken place,
“In Bibles and bandwidth.” At first I thought she was talking about the
universe/solar system because I know this book was written about her father who
worked on the Hubble Telescope. As the poem evolved I thought that it was more
so about finding our meaning and our place within the universe, that I think
could parallel Tracy’s attempt to find meaning without her father being alive.
The universe on it’s own is “vast
and unreadable” as Tracy writes in similarity to books that we may read. Tracy shifts
perspective between the real/conceivable and the imaginary/unbelievable. The
poem, and the collection as a whole, dances around this idea of finding something
solid and real to ground oneself in, yet realizing that a lot of the time that
experience is unattainable.
The title “IT & CO” made me
think of “It” and company, being purposefully ambiguous on Tracy’s behalf. It
is the ambiguity that allows readers to alter the meaning of the poem. In
poetry I enjoy when the poet is not decisive about their intentions or what they
want the reader to walk away thinking/knowing. It is an ambiguous poem that
allows each reader to shape their own meaning and connection. Ultimately, a
piece that may have been written by Tracy about her father or the way he made
her think, becomes a piece about being grounded and establishing connections
that anyone can relate to in their own way.
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