When the Night Owl Screams
Michael H. Hanson
MoonDream Press/Copper Dog Publishing
Reviewed by Michael R. Collings
I first encountered Michael H. Hanson’s verses through his frequent FaceBook posts…his rich, often timely entrees into the conversations of the day. Gradually, I came to associate his name—and his avatars—with a single word: gentle. No matter the darkness of subject or harshness of commentary, his words distilled the essence of gentlemanliness, of integral values so often passed over in today’s raucous, tendentious discourse.
When I received an advance copy of When the Night Owl Screams, it came as no surprise that that fundamental quality recurred throughout. Even as the eponymous opening poem conjures nighttime terrors—
…night’s lipless mouth has swallowed the sun
And its black sticky spit drools like rain
And the stars like multi-faceted eyes
Followed me through a tree-shrouded park
And grasped at me like weary claws…—
…there is a powerful undercurrent of reassurance, of normalcy, in its dependence upon the traditional, the tried-and-true, the cadenced modulation of ten- and nine-syllable lines that soothes even as the surface imagery pulls in the opposite direction.
This tension repeats throughout the collection. At the heart of every poem is the fertile poetic tradition, often ignored in modern poetics, of rhythm and sound: tetrameters and trimeters, rhymes and slant rhymes. Indeed, When the Night Owl Screams provides an education in the subtleties of slant rhyme/half rhyme that seem to demand an oral performance to attain their full effect.
The sense of the volume as a complete artistic entity—of every element of sound and sense purposely introduced and controlled—extends even to the physical presentation of the book. From the opening pages, with their various intricate and graceful Victorian-like scrollwork, to each individual poem, enclosed in an equally graceful and appropriate frame that suggests but does not insist upon the season, When the Night Owl Screams gently demands to be seen as a unity, visual and verbal, each element enhancing the other.
But at the core, of course, is the poetry. Hanson leaves no doubt that—his neo-Victorian sensibilities notwithstanding—he is a contemporary poet of darkness, of threat, themes epitomized in “Black and White,” with its evocation of darkness overshadowing light. More explicitly, if such were required, is “At StokerCon,” a tribute to the art and artists of Horror and to their community. “The Projectionist’s Poem,” while emphasizing the lonely, flickering existence of the projectionist, is simultaneously monody for the ghosts that surround us.
“Sowing” penetrates to the heart of Hanson’s art:
We bastard bards and elegists
sow sacred seeds like Delphic deeds
casting candor from rhyming fists,
while “For Food and Boots” contemplates the likeliest responses:
Perhaps the true measure of art
is not grand praise nor cheers we raise
but all the blades aimed at our heart.
The unnamed “She” of the final chapter, who grows through suffering, who invests the poet’s dreams and thoughts, may justly speak for the general effect of When the Night Owl Screams:
These are not happy fairy tales
but life’s sad and enduring tropes
where all good fails, evil prevails
and all that’s left are wispy hopes.
Dark, potentially depressive, perhaps. But all in all, gently done. And skillfully woven.
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