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Joseph Csinger:
Keyhole in the Sky,
1998.
A book of poetry in English

The Nanaimo-based Joseph Csinger has published
three books of poetry. The first collection, Emlékvitorla,
was put out in 1997. Another Hungarian book of his verses was published in
2000, under the title Ûrrepülés. In the present review, we are going
to discuss Mr. Csinger’s volume originally written in English, under the
title Keyhole in the sky. The volume under review offers poems
authored since 1950. His name as a poet is well known to the readers of
the Poetry Institute of Canada, The National Library of Poetry and the now
defunct Montreal Star, which carried several of his work over the
decades. In fact, he has received awards from The National Library of
Poetry for the excellence of his poems.
The first two sections of his collection under
review are related to the metropolitan environment. Although there is
little evidence of the day-to-day description of a new immigrant life,
there are general indications of his basic convictions regarding the
current social issues and the poet’s solidarity with the have-nots, as
expressed in On a thin thread of starlight.
His writings seem to have been inspired by a
feeling of loneliness. Most human experiences, and it is particularly true
in the case of displaced people, originate from loneliness. Loneliness,
the lacking of a satisfying social contact, is ever present in ethnic
Canadian literature. As revealed, Mr. Csinger’s poems are examples of his
heroes’ intent to express their desire for meaningful human relations, a
condition so elusive in our lifestyles, a desire so well illustrated in
his poems.
The poems included in
this volume show the hardships experienced by a newcomer during the
process of aclimatization: the embarrassment resulting from an awkward
sounding of his foreign name (Guest book), or the hurt feelings
caused by well-meaning, but patronazing and back-slapping personal
contacts that can cause pain, rather than reassurance.
The poems in the second
cycle, Echo against walls, are devoted to life in an urban
environment which is often harsh and unaccommodating. In one of his
Hungarian poems, Jónás Ninivében, Mr.
Csinger maintains that the new pagan world tends to show some willingness
to tolerate, but never to fully accept an alien person.
Alienation is another
aspect of the Csinger-poems. He finds city life inhumane. In Skyline at
sunrise, Fable of new Babel, Abandoned construction sites, Ode to
a parking meter, he paints for the reader the vision of a new Babel
with its greedy materialism, noisy construction sites, crummy tenements,
irritating parking meters, wild growth of skyscrapers, the metaphorically
slithering snakes, rampant rats and vampire bats, a place unfit for
civilized life.
After retirement in
Montreal, he had relocated with his family to Nanaimo, B.C. The poems
collected under the title Fall sailing were written in his
new home. It seems that the semi-urban community offers an agreeable
lifestyle which is quite suitable for creative work. Although the image
of gigantic buildings and enormous shopping centers lingers on, he takes
time to cast a tender eye upon the details of his new environment: the
majestic scenery of the countryside, the large boulders and clumps of
towering trees (Viewfinder). His attuned ears catch the sounds of
nature that he is shaping into poetry. As well, he has a fine eye for the
image that not only describes, but also reveals the transforming mystery
of the poetic event.
He was an ardent
environmentalist long before the term has became fashionable in present
day life. In his Plea for condemned trees, he makes an impassioned
plea for the trees destined for clear-cutting. Like a wrathful Biblical
Prophet, Mr. Csinger evokes the image of resurrection – or rather that
Doomsday when an un-merciful Old Testament God passes judgement over His
sinners who destroyed for profit His beloved forests.
The more recent poems,
representing old age truly as it is, a person doing ordinary chores,
manicuring the lawn, dusting the rooms, or plainly enjoying the peaceful
autumn season, are an indication that Joseph Csinger, trapped for decades
in urban environment, has not lost touch with the mystery of nature. He
gives us an opportunity to renew our own vision. And we should be thankful
to him for that.
John Miska
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