POEM: Banana Plant

your purple plumb bob

bounces on a banana-laden stalk

 

your long leaves

twist & tear

like the Tacoma Narrows bridge

when wind whips over

 

every annum

foliage falls

stalk sags

yet you will rise and be reborn

POEM: Lost Cities

lost city
buried in
time
by
jungle

someday
your metropolis
will be
crumbled
&
overgrown

but we’ve
forgotten
how to
forget

all that is known
is locked away
&
shot into space
a call
to the heavens

but forgetting
is a laudable skill
&
therapeutic, too

A Few Haiku

sniffing mouse
waggles its sniffing nose
turns & retreats

 

cheep-cheep
baby bird calling
no answer

 

steaming coffee
lazy tendrils
curl idly

 

overcast
Prague skies above
faux winter

POEM: Dark Tides

Chase me down ’round the bend
All great men seek amends
When they’re caught red-handed,
&
their clan is disbanded

 

They throw into dark tides
time-wrecked, busted past pride
lost to all foreign shores
like
sand-sunk litter of past wars

POEM: Bird’s Life Haiku





hawk’s spiral swoop
snatches a sack skyward
morsels spilling



crow tugs rat carcass
like a combat comrade
cursing pal’s flab



Maribu meeting
looks formal: coat and tie
civil as Congress



POEM: Some Night

you’ll some night die

frost in your beard

you’ll some night die

trudging through snow

you’ll some night die

presaging numbness

you’ll some night die

smelling the smoke

of a cabin unseen

wondering where

that heat source lies

you’ll some night die

one winter night

in life’s autumn 

POEM: Solitary

subterranean
take a thick slab wall &
bury it deep underground
a tomb smothered by tombs

rat squeak reality check
is the only sound one knows
except… when they come

when they come
there’s the warning squeal
of the rusty hinge of a metal door

faint means it’s another cell
a melange of guilt & relief
tingles about one’s skin & viscera

but when the squeal is
like a plow furrow
rutting up one’s spine

they’ve come for you

POEM: Sea of Energy

feel the sea of energy

bobbing up and down

lulling one to reverie

waves lap sans a sound

 

ride the wave

float the tide

you’re energy’s slave

til the day you die

POEM: Midnight Climax

The walls throb and gargoyles attack

an hour into midnight climax.

Pipe cleaner Kama Sutra twists

chronicled indiscretion lists.

 

His hand dissolves into puddle.

Giggling; he’s become befuddled.

She’ll take him for a midnight ride

while with acid he is plied.

 

A night to remember, he will have lost

until the Polaroids do accost

BOOK REVIEW: How to Read a Poem by Edward Hirsch

How to Read a Poem: And Fall in Love with Poetry (Harvest Book)How to Read a Poem: And Fall in Love with Poetry by Edward Hirsch
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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If one were to judge solely by the mundane title, one might expect this to be a different book—i.e. more along the lines of “Poetry for Dummies.” That’s not what Hirsch is offering with his book. There’s plenty of opportunity to learn to differentiate pentameter from tetrameter or a lyric from an epic poem, but the book isn’t arranged according to such fundamentals. It might even take one a few pages (or chapters) to realize there is an organizing structure. But you’ll get there because of the author’s contagious passion for poetry and his presentation, and an analysis, of many beautiful poems by masters such as Keats, Yeats, Whitman, Dickinson, Frost, Neruda, and many others–more ancient or modern and equally or less well-known. In the end, you’ll think of poetry in a new light.

The book is arranged into 12 chapters, each of which looks at poetry from a different dimension. Chapter 1 considers the poem in two ways. First, it emphasizes the importance of the reader, i.e. the poem is presented as an interaction rather than an act of transmission. Second, the author considers how various poets have defined poetry, and what we can learn from said definitions—besides that poetry is defiant in the face of definition. (Like a wet bar of soap, the tighter one tries to grasp it, the less one succeeds.) Chapter 2 continues to investigate the nature of a poem using the framework of the word’s etymology, coming from the ancient Greek word meaning “to make”–thus the chapter title: “A Made Thing.”

Chapter three delves into the making of connections (or lack thereof) as a theme in poetry. As with most of the book’s chapters, it’s built around a small number of poems that elucidate the author’s point. In this case, poems by Keats, James Wright, and Baudelaire are used to describe cases in which a human connection is sought, in which it momentarily exists, and in which it is shunned. As is true of other chapters, this doesn’t mean that these three poems are all that are mentioned. It’s just that they are given in-depth analysis, while other poems and fragments are referenced to help illustrate points.

Chapter four is entitled “Three Initiations” and it introduces three types of poetry through quintessential examples. The three types of poems are: 1.) poetry of trance; 2.) poetry of praise; and 3.) poetry of grief. The latter two may be more easily grasped than the first, which are poems that convey an altered state of consciousness.

Chapter five examines the subject of authenticity and vividness in poetry and how poets convey such genuineness—even by way of surrealism. The classic example is Shakespeare’s sonnets that mock Petrarchan sonnets in suggesting a less hyperbolic form of love letter (i.e. Sonnet 130, “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”)

Chapter six is entitled, “5 Acts,” and, as such, it covers five different subjects through the motif of a play. This first act is about opening poems or introductory soliloquy. The second act is about drama and its role in verse, and is heavily influence by a quote from Robert Frost (i.e. “Everything written is as good as it is dramatic.”) Act three is about what might be called “character” in the scheme of a play, but is really about the personhood of a poem. Act four delves into the topic of dialogue as a poetic tool. The last act is about concluding poems / death poems—as exemplified by Bashō’s deathbed poem and the postcard poems written by Miklós Radnóti on a Holocaust death march.

Chapter seven considers desolation as a theme in poetry. The next chapter places poetry in the context of history, using Polish poetry of war and Holocaust to convey the emotion and numbness of tragic events. Chapter nine proposes a nexus between art and justice, and looks at how this is displayed through jeremiads and political poems. The two core examples of this chapter are a work song by Sterling Brown and an ode by Pablo Neruda.

Along with chapter four’s “poetry of trance,” I found chapter ten’s discussion of poems that transport the reader to a moment of epiphany–or ecstatic / transcendental experience–to be particularly fascinating. There are a couple modern pieces that Hirsch presents herein, but some work by Dickinson introduces the topic and truly shows how it’s done. Chapter eleven presents the soul as a poetic theme. The poem gives substance to that which is inherently insubstantial, but which is somehow essential and beyond refute. Walt Whitman’s references to the soul offer particularly vivid insight on this question.

The last chapter is a brief echo of the first, reiterating the role of the reader and the need for poetic definitions for poetry because any definition that tries to capture the medium in precise prose loses it as it’s reinvented countless times over. If one prefers a simple and direct definition of poetry—e.g. writing that displays meter and rhyme–this is may not be your go-to book. (You might prefer a book such as Fry’s “The Ode Less Traveled” that is more dogmatic about prosody as the sine qua non of poetry.)

As for ancillary material, there is a huge glossary. It’s huge not by virtue of containing a vast number of words, but rather because it goes into considerable detail on most of the entries. There is also an extensive and thoroughly organized “recommended reading” section. The book also offers discussion questions for those who want to review or used the book for a book club or whatnot. There’s not much by way of graphics, except for one or two displays of visually oriented forms of poetry, but there’s no need of more than that.

I found this book to be insightful and I welcomed the unique way in which the author divvied up and evaluated the topic of poetry. If you enjoy poetry, or if you write it, there is much to be garnered from reading this book.

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