In his ninth collection of poems, Wyatt Prunty explores the comic and
lyric intersection of the realms of childhood and middle age.
In Couldn't Prove, Had to Promise, Wyatt Prunty ushers readers into a
seesaw world, one that teeters between small fables of childish
misgivings and adult assurances. Alternately shadowed and illuminated by
nostalgia, this deft, witty volume brings together seventeen of Prunty's
recent poems, seven of which have been previously published in Poetry,
the Hopkins Review, the Kenyon Review, and Blackbird.
In "Crescent Theater, Schenectady, NY," a silent-movie accompanist reads
his foreign newspaper after work as he listens, ever the outsider, "to
his children using English / For everything they wish." In "Rules," a
small girl, told she can't go to the school nurse "every time some bad
thing happens," plaintively wonders, "Where do you go?" And in "Making
Frankenstein," a boy who has cajoled his parents into letting him see
The Curse of Frankenstein wakes to a nightmare. His father bans horror
films as "too anatomical"; "What's anatomical?" the boy wonders. Given a
book that catalogs diseases, the worst of which come "from intimate
contact," he is horrified by his father's explanation of grownup
intimacy: "That's how you made your way into this world."
Moving from a wry portrait of a husband--musing on mortality--whose
Christmas tie lands in the gravy, to "Reading the Map," which grapples
with the cartography of love, to "ad lib," a farewell that redefines
farewell, these poems burnish the small triumphs and fears that fill our
daily lives with humor and pathos. The book closes with a long,
four-part poem, "Nod," which transports readers to a parking lot in
July: an asphalt-as-inferno where Cain the cracker, or
adversary-as-initiator, the pleuritic voice of disappointment, names the
ways inversion makes a lie reliable and works people best as, like a
joke or discount price, "It makes you feel you're getting more by giving
less." Funny, raw, and colorfully musical, "Nod" plays what teeters,
like a tuning fork.
