Leslie Scalapino’s Crowd and not evening or light is comprised of poetry and poems that are plays which open a terrain of action which is stillness and turmoil together on the written page. The title sequence is phrases to photographs taken by the author as if photographing the inside of dense phenomenal existence floating, which is intended to be just looking at vast space inhabited. The flatness and stillness of the crowds seen standing in water are reflected back in the written text.
Praise for Crowd and not evening or light
Leslie Scalapino is a stunningly original writer. Poised on an edge between space and claustrophobia, this poet bears stark witness to the broken narratives of thousands dead or off shore. Crowd and not evening or light scatters literary criticism, drama and the photographic index across a wilderness of everyday language like love.
— Susan Howe
Crowd and not evening or light is a participation that partakes of experience, a watching listening in thinking, only they’re not separate(d). Leslie Scalapino’s writing practice is a close and worldly work, “the explanation of explanation,” the unfolding implications of the intimate world of clauses and images, their orders: changed orders of the phenomenal world, the visual and verbal language becoming them.
— Norma Cole
The Russian formalist Victor Shlovsky long ago pointed out that the familiar, in its familiarity, becomes invisible—automatized, as he put it—and that it is the role of art to make the world visible again. It is Leslie Scalapino’s discovery that anything seen, in being seen, becomes unfamiliar. The resulting disorientation is not distance from living but involvement with it. The works in this collection reflect on a living among awful funny things which are by convention flatly accepted. Scalapino leave the milieu of acceptance in place (because it is there), but disconcerts it by unflattening the “things” within it. In part this is achieved through a tension and release of observation (and its equivalent thought) which is erotic—or rather, eroticism is analogous to daily experience, in the sense that one can see that one’s lover is terrifyingly unlike oneself everyday. The book ends with the title poem, Crowd and not evening or light, a work in phrases and photographs (also by Scalapino), in which the stasis (formulation) and movement (extension) of thought as reflection (hence the aptness of the photographs) is beautifully displayed. The entire collection makes a remarkable and wonderful book from a poet whose work I myself deeply admire—something I am happy to have had a chance to say in public.
— Lyn Hejinian
A research in being comes
at continual saying in turn
obsesses difference in vocal length
over time, the creature moves
in a shock study that begins, let it
clearly in thought’s hearing
she will have known
there must be spoken change.
— Clark Coolidge