{"id":6210,"date":"2014-06-17T21:29:35","date_gmt":"2014-06-18T01:29:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=6210"},"modified":"2014-06-17T21:29:35","modified_gmt":"2014-06-18T01:29:35","slug":"transfer-of-qualities-by-martha-ronkomnidawn-publishing-2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/transfer-of-qualities-by-martha-ronkomnidawn-publishing-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"Transfer of Qualities by Martha RonkOmnidawn Publishing, 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> This book takes its title from a phrase from Henry James, which features as the book&#8217;s epigraph: James wrote, in <em>The Sacred Fount<\/em>, about &#8220;the liaison that betrays itself by the transfer of qualities&#8221; from one person to another. Ronk writes about this idea more broadly, applying it to things as well as people: what marks do we leave on objects, and how do the objects we live with\/use\/love mark us? <\/p>\n<p>I like the sense of life in this book, the sense of dailiness, of experience, as in the first phrases of the first piece, &#8220;The Cup&#8221;: &#8220;The cup on the shelf above eyelevel, the reach to get it for the first glass of water, the running of water now clear after the silty water of yesterday&#8221; (13). Other pieces, like &#8220;A Paper Crown,&#8221; use the object as image\/metaphor: that piece starts like this: &#8220;You realize some piece of you has to be pierced in order for the almost unbearable desire to be slotted into place&#8221; (19). Other pieces meditate on images: &#8220;Branches&#8221; describes part of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jacksonfineart.com\/harry-callahan-2412.html\">this photo<\/a>; Man Ray&#8217;s &#8220;rayographs&#8221; and paintings by Manet and Sargent are mentioned. Other texts are quoted, too: there&#8217;s more James, and Maurice Blanchot, and Georges Perec, among others. There are sections about the relations between image and object (particularly in photograms: traces of objects, shadow-objects); there are bits about the book as object, and the book as experience. There&#8217;s an expression of a sense that we are drawn to objects, or they to us, with a kind of fate: in one piece, the narrator asks, of a plate: &#8220;how did it come to be there by chance just when I also was there? How did it survive all the careless sinks and hands, earthquakes and upheavals?&#8221; (42).<\/p>\n<p>And then this ties into other kinds of survival: what survives of relationships when they end or change; how we deal with death\/loss\/grief. There&#8217;s also a lot in this book about the body: in a piece called &#8220;Talking to Things,&#8221; there&#8217;s this, which I love: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In some ways objects &#8220;speak&#8221; directly to the body and alter a route through the room creating slight vectors of pressure. The drawing I&#8217;d make of it shows thin ink lines from each object in the room to each other object, door, person, rug, crayon, phone, paper bag, plant&#8212;until the page is crisscrossed with lines. (48)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Possibly my favorite piece in the book is the last one, a short essay called &#8220;Posada,&#8221; which is about doing kung fu for seventeen years, and about what having a physical practice is like, and also about grief\/fear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This book takes its title from a phrase from Henry James, which features as the book&#8217;s epigraph: James wrote, in The Sacred Fount, about &#8220;the liaison that betrays itself by the transfer of qualities&#8221; from one person to another. Ronk writes about this idea more broadly, applying it to things as well as people: what [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6210","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6210","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6210"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6210\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}