Al Filreis leads a close reading of Joseph Massey’s poem “Polar Low”

[@JamieZoeGivens]

I lived in a trailer in Anchorage, Alaska, and it was shagged with ice during the winter.

[@CelinaFalckCook]

Winter is an instance of meditation, empoverishment and emptiness... the lack of sun, activity, helps you just sit and turn inwards, inside your trailer...:)

[@CelinaFalckCook]

the trailer is frozen but it's in itself a mobile thing - the poet is still mobile even if he is frozen.

[@thecelticgiraffe]

The one guy never saw a double wide trailer? He'll never be a writer. Trailers are one of the most basic of living arrangement's among the common working people in Capitalistic America.

[@CelinaFalckCook]

a trailer can be a home but it can be moved it's not fixed.

[@richardweil293]

The comment about peering out of the windshield and sensory perception becoming a vision of nothing is incisive. However, Al's knowledge about "double wides" depends too much on cultural stereotypes and probably little time where winter can easily engulf a trailer, lived in or uninhabited. Polar Low does examine the nothing of Stevens but the use of the thinning white thickets surrounding the double wide brings to mind Stevens "Anecdote of a Jar." Anecdote of the Jar Related Poem Content Details By Wallace Stevens I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground And tall and of a port in air. It took dominion everywhere. The jar was gray and bare. It did not give of bird or bush, Like nothing else in Tennessee.