Tina Barr’s volumes of poetry include her first book, The Gathering Eye, winner of the Tupelo Press Editor's Award, At Dusk on Naskeag Point, The Fugitive Eye, and RedLand, BlackLand, all winners of national chapbook competitions. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Tennessee Arts Commission, the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, The MacDowell Colony, Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, and Ucross Foundation. Former director of the Creative Writing Program at Rhodes College and Charles R. Glover Chair of English Studies, she teaches in the Great Smokies Writing Program at UNCA.
Tina Barr’s fascinating new volume of poems, Kaleidoscope, is a dazzle of worlds within worlds, words within words, the tessellated, often hallucinatory, vortices of memory, the “fairy tale,” as Barr’s speaker puts it, “from which we never wake.” These poems, invariably elegiac, by turns narrative and impressionistic, are in the vein of a kaleidoscope—indeed the volume’s controlling metaphor. Barr’s language, truly, is kaleidoscopic: prismatic, bursting repeatedly into light and excelsior, skewing and enhancing one’s vision at once, as if we’re in the poet’s cortex with her, wondering: could this have really happened? Put your eye to the portal: the tiny mirrors, chips and fragments of recollection. Everything fits inside the cylinder and takes on an often mind-bending symmetry. Inside this book, this kaleidoscope, Tina Barr has packed a life and everything that has intersected with it. You’ll never return. This is a poet at the height of her powers.
Tina Barr’s aptly named Kaleidoscope is full of surprise. Like the instrument from which the collection takes its title and the trope to which it often returns, Barr’s poems shape-shift as you read them, appearing to be assembling one idea or image before, all of a sudden, yanking it from view and presenting in its place something far stranger. As in her earlier collections, Barr’s poems unfold at times in seemingly naturalistic fashion, the poet cataloguing what enters her view in the present or in memory. Yet the images that populate Barr’s poems often veer toward the visceral and the surreal, her diction is an engine of apparently endless invention, and her vision is wide-ranging. Including poems set in locales from Tennessee to Egypt, poems that speak of violation or meditate on the paintings of intuitive artist Henry Darger, Kaleidoscope is a radiant collection by a poet for whom, “in the act of seeing,” one is “never beside a loss but within” it.
Kaleidoscope, Tina Barr’s new book, is aptly named, for here, in a riot of color, turn the bits and pieces of the world. A feast of shapes and glitter. Oh, and sounds too. The jays, robins, and cardinals of Tennessee singing accompaniment to the cacophony of the bazaar, the muezzin, and the feet of the Nuo dancers who have been dancing for two-thousand years. Barr has created a world filled with movement, shimmer, and sound. Even the bubbles in the tub “sparkle and hiss.”