the kids must know something, by Robert Lee Brewer
we don't. the new way of looking for hands
to hold. or maybe they don't hold hands and
instead say things like "bubble gum" and "sweet
potato," but the words mean something new.
after all that, we didn't bring along
our umbrellas. we were ashamed and thought
someone might say something. of course, the rain
covered us and we were miserable.
that is, our vocabulary had turned
against us, and anything we said was
a tell. the kids can chew gum and hold hands
at the same time. like our parents, we need
to chill out. those kids are just as clueless
as we were when the evening approached
with the naked moon and everything
on fire. if we give them time, they'll figure
it out. the words will come and keep coming.
Sleeping with Houdini
by Nin Andrews (BOA Editions, Ltd.)
Earlier this week, Nin wrote a great personal essay on dealing with the eye condition called strabismus. But what led me to Nin years ago for a Poetic Asides interview was her poetry. Nin specializes in prose poetry, and I think that form demands the most from poets, because there are no line breaks to hide behind. What I mean is that a great prose poem has to use other poetic devices to succeed. The collection starts with these lines: "Night after night, a girl dreams of falling. Falling from planes, clouds, swings. Always falling." In this collection that includes poems like "Sleeping with Houdini," "Sleeping for Kafka" and "The Bed and I," there is a constant shuffling and re-shuffling of the bed-scape. And the tricks and illusions keep coming at the reader one after another, which makes this book great fun to read. Before you know it, you'll hit the end and start searching for the parts that won't let you sleep.
Poems Found Online:
- You Origami Me, by Robert Lee Brewer from Words Dance (just posted yesterday)
- The Cat Lady, by Nancy Flynn from Stirring: A Literary Collection
- 5 Poems, by Bertha Rogers from Escape Into Life
- 2 Poems, by Ada Limon from La Fovea
- The Twin, by Hannah Stephenson from Contrary
by William Carlos Williams (New Directions)
I have a confession to make: I usually don't enjoy poems that go longer than one page. Blame my short attention span, blame my head trauma, but longer poems usually just bore the heck out of me. That said, those few long poems that hook me (and keep me hooked) end up being among my favorites ever. Such is the case for Paterson, which was originally published in five separate books. Ironically, the household name poem for which Williams is best known is the super short (16 words!) "The Red Wheelbarrow." In Paterson, Williams was playing with the idea "that a man in himself is a city, beginning, seeking, achieving and concluding his life in ways which the various aspects of a city may embody." Of course, I just love the poetry of this long book, which shifts seamlessly from short line breaks to journalistic prose and back.
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Beautiful line about the "naked moon." Thanks for sharing. And, about long poems, I feel the same way.
Hello, interesting thoughts about language, it comes in different forms from generation to generation but, in the end we all need to figure it out. Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful poem, Robert. It reminds me so much of those years with young kids, how they would laugh at just the taste of a word in their mouths. I love that they can hold hands and chew gum at the same time.
Thanks so much for talking about my book, too. I was shocked to see it there with Paterson- and below your lovely poem . . .
Thank you, Adina! Yes, I think the longer the poem is the more it should be working to keep my attention.
Truedessa, thank you for sharing! We all do need to figure it out a little, but there's also something sweet about never completely figuring it out. I surely haven't.
Thank you so much for the kind words, Nin. It was a difficult decision over whether to feature Sleeping With Houdini or Why They Grow Wings; I love both!
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