Vern Rutsala was born in McCall, Idaho and earned his BA at Reed College and his MFA at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. He taught at Lewis & Clark University for over 40 years before his retirement in 2004. Rutsala has written both verse and prose poems in which the everyday experience of middle-class life is transformed into a strange and transfiguring arena. "Each aspect of our lives, each object or our mundane environment, is a badge of the numb but terrible disparity between life's possibilities and the horror of diminishment we are all suffering from," writes Norman Friedman in Contemporary Poets. In Saturday Review, R. D. Spector wrote of Rutsala's work that "for all the casual language, there is a precision of metaphor: for all the quietness, a moving force, and for all the commonplace experiences, a genuine significance. . . . Rutsala is a poet of the very real world. . . . It is not merely authenticity but understanding and wisdom that speak out."
In the prose poems found in Paragraphs, Rutsala seems "at last to touch the springs of neurosis itself and to find the mirror—even the cause—of the desolation in society," writes Friedman. "His sense of the abyss, in other words, becomes internalized. . . . Having found the demon, we must acknowledge him, enable him, or we are doomed to the impasse, and so we follow Rutsala on his tormented journey to the interior, where he extends his forms as he deepens his vision."
In the prose poems collected in Little-Known Sports, Rutsala explores the ordinary, even mundane, activities of the typical day as athletic events demanding the utmost from each of us. Reviewing the collection for Prose Poem: An International Journal, Gian Lombardo lists such activities as "sleeping, flipping coins into beggars' hats, tedium, telephone answering, getting lost, failure, stupidity, getting into bed, lying, and fostering deliberate misunderstanding" as among the "sports" Rutsala delineates. "The prose poems," Lombardo finds, "proffer sly snapshots of human foibles, including self-seriousness, and are sharpened into focus by a wink given almost in conspiracy with the reader. . . . Over and over Rutsala—with his good eye for the detail, devilish twists and cheery satire—brings us to the edge between dark and light by showing us common objects and practices in a way we don't normally see them." "Articulate, comprehensive, evocative poems, informed by a weird imagination, demonstrate that beneath the pretense and the conspiratorial wink, poetry emerges," notes a reviewer for Publishers Weekly.
Friedman concludes that "Rutsala has one of the keenest poetic responses to contemporary middle-class society since Cummings, Auden, the earlier Karl Shapiro, and some of Louis Simpson. His special achievement . . . is to have made the furniture of everyday bourgeois life in America available to the uses of serious poetry. He is thus somewhat like the better pop artists, . . . who [make] assemblages out of found objects. . . . With a few skillfully constructed figures, Rutsala can confront us with ourselves."
Of his own work, Rutsala has said, "A poem starts with something I call a kind of buzz or hum of potential. There is rarely any explicit idea—usually it's just a feeling that I've got hold of, the very tip of something, and the first lines are an effort to uncover what that thing may be. Obviously, it has to seem worth pursuing and the pursuit results in a draft which is open to every possibility that bears on that triggering buzz. Form, sense, the niceties of language are not concerns at this point. What is important is the block of words which form the first draft—the kitchen sink draft. The draft is usually set aside for a time—out of the need to earn a living but increasingly by preference—and looked at later with a cold eye. If the buzz is still there then the shaping begins, which may go on for hours, weeks, or months.
"Though we all want them to come across quickly, each poem sets its own agenda. You know the poem may not work out but you take the chance and hope the law of averages is with you. But, as Eliot said, you write with a wastebasket, and that's the only way. Every writer lives with waste, almost extravagantly so. Carefulness and caution strangle the creative impulse. Staying alert and not too anxious keeps it alive."
Lewis and Clark College, Portland, OR, 1961—, currently professor of English. Visiting professor, University of Minnesota, 1968-69, and Bowling Green State University, 1970; writer in residence, Redlands University, 1979, and University of Idaho, 1988.
- The Window, Wesleyan University Press (Middletown, CT), 1964.
- Small Songs: A Sequence, Stone Wall Press (Iowa City, IA), 1969.
- The Harmful State, Best Cellar Press (Lincoln, NE), 1971.
- Laments, New Rivers Press, 1975.
- The Journey Begins, University of Georgia Press (Athens), 1976.
- Paragraphs, Wesleyan University Press, 1978.
- The New Life, Trask House (Portland, OR), 1978.
- Walking Home from the Icehouse, Carnegie Mellon University Press (Pittsburgh), 1981.
- The Mystery of the Lost Shoes, Lynx House Press (Amherst, MA), 1985.
- Backtracking, Storyline Press (Santa Cruz, CA), 1985.
- Ruined Cities, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1987.
- Selected Poems, Story Line Press (Brownsville, OR), 1991.
- Little-known Sports, University of Massachusetts Press (Amherst), 1994.
- (Editor) British Poetry 1972, Baleen Press (Phoenix), 1972.
Contributor to anthologies, including West of Boston, edited by G. Stevenson, Qara Press, 1959; Midland, edited by Paul Engle and others, Random House (New York City), 1961; A Geography of Poets, edited by Edward Field, Bantam (New York City), 1979; Rain in the Forest, Light in the Trees, edited by R. Ives, Owl Creek Press, 1983; A New Geography of Poets, University of Arkansas Press, 1992; and The Carnegie Mellon Anthology of Poetry, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1993. Contributor to periodicals, including Atlantic Monthly, Times Literary Supplement, Paris Review, Nation, Midland, Poetry, New Yorker, Harper's, American Poetry Review, Chicago Review, Mississippi Review, Nebraska Review, Seneca Review, and New Letters. Poetry editor, December, 1959-62; editor, Hubbub (special British issue), 1985.
- Contemporary Poets, 6th edition, St. James Press (Detroit), 1996.
- Booklist, May 1, 1994, p. 1577.
- Booknews, November 1, 1994.
- Chicago Review, June, 1967.
- Prose Poem: An International Journal, vol. 5, 1996, pp. 83-89.
- Publishers Weekly, May 30, 1994, p. 47.
- Saturday Review, February 13, 1965.
- Taproot Reviews, March, 1995.
- Virginia Quarterly Review, winter, 1995, p. 28.*
Poems By VERN RUTSALA
More poems by Vern Rutsala (31 poems)
- Drinking Late
- Driving Around: A Memoir
- East Wind
- Going to War
- In the Middle
- Lela and Others
- Less Is More...
- Like the Poets of Ancient China
- Listening to a Russian Choir
- Moving West
- Prospectus for Visitors
- The Death Committee
- The Fears of the Poor
- The Muses of Rooms
- The World
- Unlocking the Door
- What We Have
- White Water
- WW II