Poetry as Myth-Making: Sit How You Want Robin Richardson

These poems are relentless, both in content and structure. Many include run-on sentences full of linguistic somersaults that force us to keep taking in whatever Richardson throws at us—at a pace she decides, as in the poem “Through a Mask”:

Resembling myself in the boots my father fancied
up the calves of girls in women’s bodies. Remember

it is not never was about me not even when it says
my name. A me is not anything. A past is tension,

only loud, and malleable. For instance,
how can anyone be sure it was the earth and not

some deity that shook and sent us praying for the first
and final saying out loud every night now thank you

for my life….

Here is the relentlessness of the world toward women; Richardson makes you feel it.

If I’ve made you think this book is all about victimization, it’s not. Sit How You Want is ruled by a female speaker who continually asserts her power—or, at least, the ways that she has been able to grasp it. Goddesses such as Kali, Bea, Gaia, and Sylvia Plath (yes, she counts) are invoked, as is God, which here seems to be the body—the religion sex. Myth-making is referred to often, mainly the ways in which women and girls are forced to make myths out of themselves in order to survive. In the poem “The Pendulum of Female Survival,” she talks of “making myths” and mentions “her aptitude for hosting projections” in the context of a sexual relationship with a man. In “Woodbine, by the 401,” about a daughter’s relationship with her father, she writes: “At twelve she knows / she’ll pass from charm to trinket.” In “Strike While They’re in Transit,” she describes being “coy-eyed in my Cleopatra guise, an icon going / gold in my old age, soft-focused, slow, low spoken / as the perfect politician.” And in “Come in and Get Lost,” she reveals: “I’m a forgery / so skillfully constructed it outdoes the real thing.”

The ability to make myths that are believed in, even in response to an oppressive system/religion/whatever you want to call it, is a form of power, and making poetry is the ultimate myth-making.

Between poems full of decadent imagery and assertive female sexual power, we get devastating moments of stripped-down vulnerability that show the reader why all this myth-making is essential. In “The Redemption Motif,” Richardson writes: “I made my bruises into stories and the stories / made a currency the Gods had need for.”

In “Sleep No More,” which explores masks, performance, and the emergence and destruction of the speaker’s inner child, she writes:

The thing about drowning with your child self is it’s disarming.
You forget about the man, master. You are one and wonder-
drunk. The thing about drowning with your child self
is she can see things through the thick of incident,
and through her eyes, her barnacle brown eye
you are her only hope. The thing about drowning in a play,
a poem, semi-real thing with your child self is it’s the best death
you will know. The thing is that she makes you whole.

For me, Sit How You Want is ultimately about a woman myth-making in a “wilderness of men,” claiming power by telling her stories and directing the narrative: “Please let me be a blaze,” she writes in “Disembodied at the Botanical Gardens,” and then continues: “I will destroy, / I mean create again this place.”




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