Hello peeps.
First of all….I am happy to announce the publication of my brother's poetry book!
I'll leave the describe to the bookscribe:
Limousine, Midnight Blue.
This sequence of fifty 14-line poems uses the Zapruder Film of President Kennedy's murder as a prism through which to view America and the world. Refracted rays touch on crime and punishment; guilt and responsibility; charisma and love; the dying victim's experience during the stretched-out seconds of his violation and death; and the dark world of war profiteering, narco-traffic, and deceit where the facts of power determine history. Epic tradition (e.g., Homer, Dante, Milton) shares these pages with science, religion, and popular culture, now funny and now horrifying. Limousine, Midnight Blue is a haunted book about a haunted film of an event whose hungry ghosts still walk the American unconscious, rattling their chains louder every year.
He's got a tricky wit, a rapier-sharp mind, and an outraged heart. I just made that up. He's my brother, and he is a great poet.
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Seriously, click on that link and then read the poems. I predict you will be moved and consternated, and eye-brow raisingly impressed. Go click. You should get this book.
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Also, I started a blog. I never had one before. I will of course keep posting about poetry here every Wednesday as I have been. But now I have an outlet for my exuberance that has room to uncontain me.
I need to be daily decantered. It is called
Dear Fonzie, and there I write whatever comes to my mind with even less attempt to filter it for clarity. That is, while I attempt to discuss poetry here, there I will go ahead and just poet. A dressing room for the bathing-suit season of the mind. Rhyming movies we do not need to see: Babe Ruth: The Naked Truth. I love Fonzie. I love his quiet strength. I like the idea of whispering my secret secrets into his and perhaps your ears. Despite, in his case, the pomade.
kisses, my bleaders, are being whispered in your directions,
Jennifer