Ferguson divides his poems
into two parts, “Fundamental Tones” and “Overtones.” In the first part,
Ferguson offers short, declarative lines in “Norval,” stating
“Morrisseau’s paintings prove/there are no new pigments.” In part two,
Ferguson extends line-lengths a little and lets images linger and
resonate a little longer in “Shaman Traveler to Other Worlds For
Blessings,” named after a Morrisseau painting: “On birch bark you’d
breathe ecosystems/be robed in a chain mail of food chains.” The poet’s
love (or adoration) of alliteration may irritate some as
self-conscious, but may tickle others as simply fun to read aloud. Born
in 1982, Ferguson closely observes and considers the world around
him—his world, which has included, for example, travel—-but not too
much or too far. So one starts to wonder about the breadth of his
experience. Sure, Ferguson writes about death (of a friend his age) and
other losses, but it’s through repetition, repeated blows and shocks,
that experience and wisdom is gained. This will correct itself in time.
This article appears in Aug 27 – Sep 2, 2009.