POEM: Blender Manual

I read you like a person reads

his blender manual.

It’s a necessity–legally obligatory.

 

But meaningless because if a word falls

in a blender manual, does anyone read it?

No one cares until someone loses a thumb.

Words are nudged and danced

into perfect clarity in seven languages.

But it’s 100 pages for a three button machine.

“Frappe” must have a long and convoluted definition.

 

[Poem #2: National Poetry Month]

POEM: Eustress

 

I stress that eustress

is the best stress.

From time to time,

I must confess

I’ve made a mess

 doing more

succeeding less.

In a mad dash to impress,

badgered by self-duress,

taking matters to excess,

brewing up toxic distress.

Assess,

progress,

but don’t obsess.


[Poem 1: National Poetry Month]

POEM: Neurochemical Grace

Dopamine Model; Source: Wikipedia

 

I’m grateful for the ability to be grateful.

For gratefulness causes dopamine and serotonin levels to rise.

 

I’m grateful for the fine people in my life.

For delightful company causes oxytocin and vasopressin spikes.

 

I’m grateful for my health.

[Or am I healthy because I’m grateful?]

For gratitude correlates to superior health across several indicators.*

 

I’m grateful for my food,

which is well-balanced to provide the brain glucose,

while offering all the

vitamins, minerals, and amino acids

my neurochemistry needs.**

 

*Sansone, R.A. and Sansone, L.A.2010. Gratitude and Well Being. Psychiatry. 7(11): 18-22.

**Gibson, G.E. and Blass, J.P.1999. “Nutritional and Functional Neurochemistry.” Basic Neurochemistry: Molecular, Cellular, and Medical Aspects, 6th ed. NCBI: Bathesda, MD.

POEM: Bats Over Bangalore

dusk descends

&

bats wing away

abandoning bamboo stanchions

that flex, creak, and groan

during their daily hang

flying like waves of B-52’s

on a doomsday run–

 buggy Armageddon

but bugs are too numerous

and

small-brained

to be decimated

it takes giant ganglia

to produce a proper doomsday

BOOK REVIEW: Modern British Poetry ed. by Louis Untermeyer

Modern British PoetryModern British Poetry by Louis Untermeyer
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Amazon page (not the same edition)

 

This is an anthology of 183 poems written by 77 British authors. Given the title, “Modern British Poetry,” the first thing that should be stated is that the original work came out around 1920, and so the bulk of these poems are from the 19th century. That may fit perfectly with your classification of modern poetry, but if you’re looking for present-day poets, this isn’t the book you’re after.

However, the good news is that you might still find some unexpected treasures. Often collections of public domain poetry like this gather poems that are ubiquitous and which are probably already on the shelves of most poetry readers in various collections and anthologies. But of the almost 80 poets included, only a handful will be household names for a general reader—particularly if you aren’t from the UK and thus didn’t get exposed to the more obscure British poets. Of course, there are a number who have stood the test of time: Thomas Hardy, Robert Louis Stevenson, Oscar Wilde, A.E. Housman, William Butler Yeats, Rudyard Kipling, G.K. Chesterton, Alfred Noyes, D.H. Lawrence, Edith Sitwell, and Robert Graves spring to mind. Furthermore, the poems chosen aren’t a straightforward “greatest hits” list. (e.g. “If” isn’t among the four Rudyard Kipling entries.)

As one might expect of a 230 page anthology that contains 183 poems (plus author bios and the occasional footnote), the poems selected are brief. In a few cases, excerpts from longer works are included, but for the most part these are poems that fit comfortably on a single page. This is great for someone trying to get a feel for the various poets and for those who enjoy more compact works over epic poems—which, if we’re being honest, is most of us.

The anthologist, Louis Untermeyer, includes brief bios for each of the poets in front of their entries in the anthology. Generally, each included poet has between one and four poems. While the poems are organized by poet, the poets seem to be organized chronologically (at least as near as I can tell; it begins with Thomas Hardy [1840 – 1928] and ends with Robert Graves [1895 – 1985.])

I read a Kindle version of this work and found it to be far better organized than most of these public domain compilations. It not only had an index that would take one to individual poems or poet bios, but it also contained a hyperlinked index. Unfortunately, I obtained the book some time ago and I couldn’t find the same edition when I looked for it while doing the review. Most of the Kindle editions now seem to bundle Untermeyer’s “Modern American Poetry” with his “Modern British Poetry” but the edition I had was just the British poets.

I recommend this book for poetry readers. In addition to having some exemplary short form poetry from both well-known and forgotten poets, it happens to contain the first poem I ever memorized in it—a powerful little poem by John McCrae entitled “In Flanders Fields” (if you don’t know it, read it; it’s war poetry at its finest.)

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POEM: Sausage Grinder

 

A worn wooden knob

Shiny here, pitted there

Rotates loosely on a steel pin

Set in a sinuous cast-iron arm

A horn flares skyward

It’s fed meat and gristle

The spiral augur chews and crushes

with gruesome moist sounds

Carrying meat to the grinder blade

Shredded charnel remnants vomit forth

from a perfectly circular mouth

Tumbling into an old glass bowl

Chipped on the edge but not abandoned

POEM: Time

  • Slow Time

 

A sweep second-hand betrays your modernity
A glint unrecognizable throughout eternity
Not all slow time dances out the same
Gooey time stretches to a break in the rain
Tom-toms string out in slow motion
Lost before the vastness of an ocean

 

 

  • Go Time

 

The massacred were buried shallow
Their murderers never saw the gallows
Legends said that ghosts rose up
Dead partaking of a proffered cup
To magically roll back the killing time
But clocks refuse to yield for crime

 

 

  • No Time

 

Running dumbly down the street
She bows to touch the guru’s feet
But the world is in chaos down
On the burned out side of town
Cashing checks for weekly wages
Stuck in time across the ages

BOOK REVIEW: District and Circle by Seamus Heaney

District and CircleDistrict and Circle by Seamus Heaney
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Amazon page

 

“District and Circle” is a collection of 44 poems by the Nobel Laureate Seamus Heaney that was released in 2006.

One feels the essence of the 20th century across this collection. There are a couple of poems that refer to World War II, not from the perspective of crucial events and violent clashes, but as it was experienced in “the District” (e.g. “Anahorish 1944.”)

There are also a number of poems that make industrialization romantic or—at least, in some way–evocative. Heaney writes of mechanical devices and processes in a way that many great nature poems are composed (e.g. the first poem in the collection “The Turnip-Snedder.”) In fact, it’s almost like industrial haiku. It doesn’t share the brevity of Japanese form, but it removes the extraneous and deals in only what one can experience with the senses. In that way, one can feel the heft of these objects. They aren’t cheap, flimsy plastic, but wood and iron and brass. There are also some lovely nature poems.

Heaney’s use of language is resplendent. It’s not just the description, but the sound. I’ve even found myself thinking, “I don’t know what that word means, but—damn–it sounds gorgeous right there.”

The poems range from several words to a few pages in length, with most fitting on a single page. It’s about 80 pages of beautifully composed poetry.

I’d recommend this book for all poetry readers.

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POEM: Great Characters in Literary History I

Call me Ishmael.

And if you write me

send it by fish mail,

addressed: high seas.