“Both tarot and poems know what they know. Both have an ancient memory.”
In the past year or so I have found great solace in learning to read tarot. I saw how many poets I admire practice tarot as a means to understand and reframe their lives and work. I wanted to talk to some poets who had greater experience in both poetry and tarot than I do, to learn more about what was steadily becoming a daily part of my life. I was ecstatic when Airea D. Matthewsand Hoa Nguyen agreed. Here’s some of what we discussed about tarot, poetry, and where the two, sometimes, fortuitously meet.
Have you ever given or received an especially memorable reading?
Objects above include the Rider Waite Smith deck (I sometimes check in with it or use it for follow up questions), a metal owl figure from my love, a bottle of sea salt, a stone CA Conrad gave me that had been “charged” at the homes of Robin Blaser, Gwendolyn Brooks, Wanda Coleman, Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes, Bob Kaufman, Denise Levertov, Lorine Niedecker, and Jack Spicer (I tend to press this onto the hollow of my throat before readings), a disc courtesy of Bhanu Kapil depicting a crow with the phrase “I am Fearless” on the back, two other stones of importance, and a button pin photo of Theresa Hak Cha from the Asian American Writers’ Workshop.
Changing Light at Sandover
Our Andromeda
I sit looking around expectantly, though really I want
nothing but I’m so accustomed to waiting around
I’ll just take whatever shows up. Or I look at things I don’t understand
and want them though what I want is understanding.
This seems, for me to get to the core of what my projects in poetry and tarot are attempting—meaning-building. It is less about being told what there is, and more about understanding the desire to see something there or not.
HN: Well the Hierophant relates to the conduit, the bridge or bridge-building, or, in the language of some shaman traditions, “the hollow bone.” In other words, it’s like the finger pointing to the moon. It leads the way, but it’s not the way. The Hierophant, too, is the card of the teacher, of the learned person (like an occultist) who guards the knowledge system by revealing it. Which does seem a great metaphor for a poet.
Plus, the fives in the deck among the minor arcana are what I like to call “cards in motion”—the unsettled aspect of the element it represents. I think the best poems unsettle me or maybe the poems that I like best do.
ADM: I want to pause and think in stillness after reading poems, but I also deeply desire to be destabilized by them. There’s something about knowledge that is, at its core, destabilizing. We are rocked to a new shore of understanding. We are left to consider all that we didn’t know to consider.
Brenda’s beautiful poem points toward the core of most hungers—understanding. As much as we try to fill needs with the external material, the poem reminds that the deeper engagement is with the core self, and the core self desperately desires contemplation and understanding.
It’s funny how poems remind us how to enter a house. Sure, we can choose the door or the window. But we might also sit outside and imagine the interior. That’s what both tarot and poetry offer—the possibility of imagining and re-imagining.
TK:I know that you read professionally. (I like this term, to profess something.) I wonder how that has changed your relationship to tarot. Is it parallel in any way to professing to be a poet?
HN: Yes, maybe like a poet, or what Anne Waldman would say as taking a vow to poetry. A kind of swearing to honor and persist in order to carry a knowledge system forward.
Incidentally, I think the Nine of Wands is a fine indicator card for a poet to draw when checking in on their creative path. To keep things moving toward the goal is the goal—the persistent efforts will yield the final breakthrough, even though one feels “’Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en’my, alas.” Moving with changes intuitively where change is stability.
ADM: I am always a bit hesitant to profess anything about art and/or spirituality. I don’t know why I’m like that. I suppose it’s a subtle acknowledgment that change is imminent and necessary.
TK: Well it’s sort of existentially built into it isn’t it? To say you are something means you are in a different place than you were then . . . That lacks clarity . . . I suppose I mean to say the self that was whatever you are professing to be is likely not the self you are now.
ADM: Right on! I also feel a fair degree of comfort in dwelling in likelihood and potential. As soon as something becomes aggressively clear, I like to muddy it up a bit; there’s an essential challenge in the complex interpretation of oneself. And tarot (and poetry) both require interpretation . . . as is the art, so is the self.
TK:Returning to what you were saying earlier, Hoa, I’ll certainly take the Nine of Wands right now. The anxiety is certainly here, and I’ll take the encouragement to push past the present difficulties. I do feel like many poets I know feel that anxiety pretty constantly, the inability to hit whatever breakthrough they expect of themselves or their work, sometimes just the inability to write at all. And maybe that’s what we sign on for when we write poetry, the inability to really fix a discrete point at which we are finished or have an answer.
I’m reminded of something Robert Hass says in his new book on form:
The sentence is the instrument through which the self-as-a-process mimics being-as-a-process, at the same time that it arrests it. A sentence, unlike actions in the world, is a proposition of finitude; it has a beginning and an end.
The appeal, perhaps, of tarot for me is the appeal of the enjambed sentence, a certain momentary arrest, a framing of that constant motion and striving into something a little more crystalline, a proposal. What’s interesting is that this potentially does this for the poet as much as for the reader.
HN:I think the appeal of poetry for me is counter to the sentence, in defiance, maybe, of the sentence as it is generally encountered in prose and typical narrative. And maybe tarot also operates this way. The tarot’s relationship to narrative doesn’t resemble the sentence to me in the same way the tarot doesn’t like a binary or speak of linear time. (It’s why I warn people I read for that I can’t say for the cards what they mean in terms of “how long.”)
Tarot, like a poem, seems to exist out of time.
ADM: The appeal of poetry for me is how it counters the innate sense-making inside of the sentence. Sentences provide a certain context that tends to foreclose options. Poems open possibilities through enjambment and syntactical maneuvering. Essentially, I view poems as athletic fragments that are outside of temporal constraint—we can be past and present and future in the same poem! It’s no different with tarot. The cards are fragments of knowledge that work outside of our understanding of time. Both tarot and poems know what they know. Both have an ancient memory.
HN: I don’t see the knowledge of the cards as fragments (broken or to break, etymologically), but rather as whole and connecting (including to other systems of knowledge: astrology, Kabbalah, the I Ching). The system as articulated into the individual cards, these too hold forms and offer shapes that correspond to archetypal experiences. And these forms or shapes combine and recombine endlessly.
But, on the other hand, speaking of fragments, once, in a Q and A after a reading, I declared that in my art, I wanted to “rip the sentence to shreds.” That was me being showy (my moon is in Leo and it was full when I was born)—but what I went on to explain is that I deeply distrust the sentence for how it can be used to direct knowledge into particular paths and the ways it has been weaponized historically.
TK: “Both tarot and poems know what they know.” Yes! And I agree, Dee. I suppose that’s what I see the proposal of the poem being: that there is something outside of time, namely the poem itself, and it’s by being outside of time that the poem frames (or reframes) the temporal moment—which is to say it lends a perspective which must be close enough to the moment to engage with it, but distant enough to see its edges clearly.
And, Hoa, I do see what you mean. The sentence itself is a kind of act of manipulation, a revision (in the revisionist sense) of what the mind was thinking. Because it is so goal-oriented (I will communicate this point to you) it often, necessarily, leaves out other possibilities. Perhaps, that’s why I’m so interested in the role of the sentence in poetry. The formal chaos introduced into the sentence via enjambment or lacunae seems like something of a reclamation of the radical potential of language to me.
Tarot and Identity
TK:I find tarot means a lot to me as someone who identifies as queer both in regard to my gender and my sexuality. Perhaps it’s the illicitness of it—I can hear my childhood pastor’s voice in the back of my head telling me about the dangers of the occult, often borrowing phrases he also used to denigrate queerness (though of course he didn’t call it that, preferring instead only to refer to “the homosexuals”). Do you find that tarot gains some extra power from / holds some resonance with any parts of your identity?
ADM:I grew up in a church that would absolutely equate tarot to the devil, which is one of the most ridiculous analogies. Tarot is a tool for healing and revealing and critical thinking. I have never come to tarot and been consulted to do something amoral or harmful. I am reminded by my practice to live in a way that causes the least harm and to see myself as a vessel, one of many. I am affirmed to grow and let go and follow paths of healthy self-preservation. I have a tendency to obsess, and I’ve learned to be less ruminative through moderate study of the cards; I find some new aspect each time I encounter the cards. But I’ve also learned to accept myself and others—flaws and all—more fully. The devotee begins to surrender to the truth of a large, interconnected, and complex humanity. As a matter of fact, I am in my Hanged Man year so there’s sure to be even more of that.
TK:I’m in my Strength year, which is also one of my birth cards, the other being The Star.
ADM: How do you tame a lion? With gentle strength, and it doesn’t hurt to have a lucky star. Sounds like you have both, Trevor. Well played, Universe, well played.
TK: If the universe wants to give me graceful strength and some fertile, creative energy toward a generous, beautiful, and hopeful life I certainly won’t stop her! Besides I’m all for the liminality of The Star—one foot on land, one in water—and the complex queering of gender roles I read into Strength.
But I too have found tarot yields a healthier approach than my upbringing. Something more open and caring, or perhaps more careful and purposefully aware of not only my needs and desires but what those around me need or desire. It’s generosity. It’s realizing the cards aren’t just meaningful for you, so neither is the world.
Tarot and the Future
TK: Do you have any parting words for the future?
HN:I pulled a card last night thinking about the coming days—I’ll be in Washington, DC, for AWP and reading cards for writers there at the Wave Books table on the Saturday of the conference. And I asked the deck to show me a card for reading then, how to enter that space of exchange, given that it will take place shortly after the inauguration. The card that arrived was the Six of Swords.
I took this to mean that communications will be important and their need to continue in their most inventive and moving-forward ways is critical. Mercury in Aquarius (the placement of my Mercury, incidentally): We need innovative strategies, thinking, and clever resourcefulness so we may move carrying our troubles easily as we do it.
ADM:The card I pulled this morning was the King of Cups from the Ghetto Tarot. The image is of a king with a crown adorned in garland, holding an orange cup and metal scepter made of industrial piping. His throne is a decaying architectural cornice at the foot of a murky pond where trash is liberally strewn about. Nevertheless, he is king of his emotional state regardless of the unfortunate landscape he inhabits. Here, we are reminded to diplomatically open our world and to accept different views—to use dialogue rather than force and to focus less on the external environment we find ourselves in and increase energies towards the realization and acceptance of who we are inside that environment. If we adopt that level of truthfulness and acceptance, our own healing results.
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Airea D. Matthews’s first collection of poems, Simulacra, received the 2016 Yale Series of Younger Poets Award (Yale University Press, 2017). She is also a recipient of a 2016 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers’ Award.
Born in the Mekong Delta and raised in the Washington DC area, Hoa Nguyen currently makes her home in Toronto. Her poetry collections include As Long As Trees Last, Red Juice, Poems 1998-2008, and Violet Energy Ingots from Wave Books. She teaches poetics at Ryerson University, for Miami University’s low residency MFA program, for the Milton Avery School for Fine Arts at Bard College, and in a long-running private workshop.
Trevor Ketner holds an MFA from the University of Minnesota and has been or will be published in Day One, Ninth Letter, West Branch, Pleiades, The Offing, Lambda Literary, Hayden's Ferry Review, Adroit, Best New Poets 2015, and elsewhere. His essays and reviews can be found in Booklist, Boston Review, The Rumpus, The Collagist, and Lamda Literary's site. He was a resident at the Vermont Studio Center, received the 2014 Gesell Award in Poetry, and is Associate Poetry Editor for Slice magazine. He has previously worked for Ayesha Pande Literary, The Poetry Foundation, and Graywolf Press.