One of the most respected artists in popular music today, Jewel is much more than a music industry success with her debut album selling more than 10 million copies.
Before her gifted songwriting comes an even more individual art: Poetry.
Now available in paperback, A Night without Armor highlights the poetry of Jewel taken from her journals which are both intimate and inspiring, to be embraced and enjoyed.
Writing poems and keeping journals since childhood, Jewel has been searching for truth and meaning, turning to her words to record, to discover, and to reflect.
In A Night Without Armor, her first collection of poetry, Jewel explores the fire of first love, the lessons of betrayal, and the healing of intimacy. She delves into matters of the home, the comfort of family, the beauty of Alaska, and the dislocation of divorce.
Frank and honest, serious and suddenly playful, A Night Without Armor is a talented artist's intimate portrait of what makes us uniquely human.
Jewel Kilcher is an American singer, songwriter, actress, poet and philanthropist, generally known just by her first name, Jewel. She has received three Grammy Award nominations. Her debut album Pieces of You became one of the best selling debut albums of all time going platinum twelve times.
I picked this up because I like Jewel's songs and hoped this short book would be transporting. But I found the language plain and not artful. For me poetry has to have a subtext and lacking that, in rare exceptions, be such a remarkable arrangement of words it's awe-inspiring. This doesn't and isn't.
My favorite band (and almost certainly not yours), the Grateful Dead had two poets who wrote their lyrics; members of the band wrote the music. One writer, Robert Hunter, was a bona fide poet, supremely talented; the other, John Perry Barlowe, was a generalist, a philosopher and noted intellectual. Hunter published a beautiful large volume of his poetry/lyrics and they're rich with meaning and subtext. (But not "Casey Jones" lol). Barlowe's are too but he didn't write as much. The words of a long list of musicians including Dylan, Stevie Nicks, Kurt Cobain, Tori Amos, many rappers and :your favorite here: stand alone as powerful poetry. And there's Bernie Taupin, whose lifelong collaboration writing poetic lyrics for Elton John has resulted in many gems. Some or all of the work of these writers have depth and subtext and are subject to interpretation, able to be mined for meaning.
Jewel's poems are not carefully crafted. When she took time it doesn't show; they read like she jotted them on a pad and she admits some were jotted down on a plane or in a hotel room. They read like she hasn't revisited and reshaped, in other words edited, them. They're pedestrian, often cliche, and work only on a surface level. Though sometimes she seemed to be reaching for more (e.g., in "Bukowski's Widow") for me, she never got there. I'm disappointed.
Jewel is my favorite singer of them all, and I recently had the chance to meet her and get my copy of this book signed. Jewel's songwriting ability, I think, is her strongest suit, so I couldn't pass up reading this. Some poetry is hard to understand because you don't know exactly where the author is coming from, so it was interesting for me to get a little more insight into Jewel's thinking. I especially enjoyed the verses about her life in Alaska. A good read for me since I'm a fan, but may not be for all.
I loved this book! It is hilarious. Here's my favorite line: "Can you imagine how quiet a plane crash would be if you were deaf?" Lolzers, Jewel. What else would be quiet if you were deaf? *folds hands under chin*
In case you were wondering, this was the second selection for our short-lived Very Bad Book Club. I was the only person motivated enough to actually read it, tragically.
I adore poetry in all forms. I know free verse can set some people off on a tirade that it couldn’t possible be poetry because it doesn’t have rhythm. I disagree. Vehemently. Poetry is so much more than just rhythm. It’s the expression of a feeling. It’s a narrative. It’s a reflection. It draws an image that impacts a reader and makes them feel they’ve just had their heart, mind, experience illustrated on the page.
This is how I want to feel when I read a book of poetry. I want to connect to the poet through his/her words. Jewel’s poetry feels lackluster. Her metaphors, similes and imagery get muddled. Stick to a theme when exploring an abstract idea. Don’t jump around between too many images that you overwhelm a reader. It disconnects them from the purpose and once that’s done the poem means very little to the one consuming it (even if it does mean so much to the poet). Some of her poems felt unfinished, simplistic, or rushed - like they were scraps of a poem yet unfinished.
There are some standouts to be sure. She does much better with her technique when writing narratives because she’s describing something real to her. She can get to the heart of her experience and express the underlying emotions that stick with her from those experiences. Her imagery has a purpose and she rarely strays from her purpose, unlike the conceptual poems she attempts to write. Her poems to people who are important to her also tend to shine (not all - some of the ones to ex-lovers are awkward in their imagery and muddled in their meaning). Again, I feel she does better when her object/subject is more concrete.
Not a bad experience but not as good as I would have liked. I would give it 2.5 stars, not quite 3. Didn’t sit with me and make me feel the weight of it all. I need that from poetry.
This is a very enjoyable, entertaining, and accessible collection of poetry. It covers a wide range of topics, from childhood poverty in Alaska to pop stardom, faith and spiritual well-being, and various stages of romance and attraction, love and lust, and dissolution and parting. Some are quite intimate and intense, and some quite playful and amusing. Among my favorites were the uproarious "In the South of England Somewhere" about lawn mower races and worm charming contests, "1966" about the draft, "Christmas in Hawaii" about loneliness and hope, and some very poignant pieces like "Father of a Deaf Girl" and "1B." Her style is very open and honest, clear and polished, and quite engaging throughout. I think my very favorite one is the very short but thought-provoking "P.S.", which follows some very heavy personal pieces with: "I wrote you those nice poems only because the honest ones would frighten you"
As she says in the introduction to the book: "Poetry is the most honest and immediate art form that I have found; it is raw and unfiltered. It is a vital, creative expression and deserves to find greater forums, to be more highly valued, understood, and utilized in our culture and in our lives."
I read this when I was in high school, way in to poetry. I don't remember it too specifically, and I even think I may have been like "wow, cool poetry" back then, but mainly, probably because I felt like, "Wow if she can get this stuff published I could totally publish my poetry too!" From what I am remembering, it's not good poetry. Sorry Jewel.
I picked this book up because of the beautiful and meaningful title, A Night Without Armor. How telling. But as I began to read each and every page filled with the chorus of a life, I realized that it was so much more than a book of poems, but more a memoir of a woman's life written in poem form. This compilation is fantastic.
Here is my favorite poem of all the ones in the book, so spoiler alert, or simply a sampling from a grouping of poems that I recommend any writer or poet to read.
"So Just Kiss Me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing need to be done - no clocks need winding
There is no bell without a voice needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be what he needs, but lets me exist
Jewel’s A Night Without Armor quickly became an inspiration for my own writing, after first reading it. I had been familiar with Jewel’s music, and was more then shocked when I found a book of poetry by her. Her collection’s honesty spoke to me. I admit there were some poems that, at the time, I did not understand or necessarily like, but overall the collection was marvelous. Her poems were open, truthful even and raw; there were so many instances where I felt “I’ve thought this, but never had the guts to say it”; she did. Since reading her collection for the first time years ago, I frequently find myself returning to A Night without Armor. I find inspiration from her structure and the way her sentences are formed; I find beauty in her truth and courage.
Apparently if you have the slightest stench of celebrity about you, you can get anything published, including completely juvenile and trite poetry that should have stayed in a pretty pink diary under lock and key somewhere.
I first heard of Jewel when I saw a music video of hers on VH1 in 2006. "Again and Again," the lead single to her 2006 album Goodbye Alice in Wonderland, enchanted me, and then I began listening to some of her music. 0304 still stands as one of my favorite albums from childhood, and I now own a copy I regularly listen to from time to time.
This collection of poems comes from an earlier time, originally released right after her second album in 1998. I remember seeing it at the library when I was younger and wondering if I would ever read it. Fast forward to now, and I've just finished A Night Without Armor, and I actually ended up liking it. It was very clunky at the beginning, awkward phrases and a little too much personal information slipping through the cracks, but as this collection of poems went on, I got the swing of things and began to feel for Jewel's mostly autobiographical musings on love, growing up, nature, and the experience of life. It's honest and melodramatic but still interesting, and a clear visual of Jewel writing these down in a journal and sometimes me even hearing her voice in my head helped move this along.
The glaring thing that I should address right away is that poetry is perhaps one of the most subjective things I have ever encountered. You may like one way of poetry, but I may like another. Some may prefer structure and rhyme while some may enjoy free verse and no structure whatsoever. How you feel about poetry will affect your enjoyment of this book. Anyway, I like how Jewel incorporated a little bit of both rhyme and free verse into her poems, although some really felt like a chapter from a memoir broken into stanzas. It added some variety to the poems and didn't make them all the same.
I also like the delicacy that retains itself from Jewel's songwriting. Jewel's voice as a performer is soft and willowy most of the time before breaking into a fiercer and haunting howl when she gets emotional. That ebb and flow of her voice sticks to her poems, and it really made them more memorable but also uncomfortable, especially when we have one poem focusing on a boy and his father ogling Jewel's breasts while she reads.
I think the biggest detriment that prevented me from really enjoying this was some of the overwrought language and punctuation. It makes the poems a little wordy for my tastes but also way more dramatic than they need to be. There's also the issue of some word choices which made lines feel way too detailed and ridiculous. They made me laugh, which I don't think was the intention. Here are some examples:
"I'd be your hungry Valley / and sow your golden fields of wheat / in my womb"
"My stomach disappears / with its lunar twin"
"A young girl sweats, her / armpits like tidy rosebuds."
"Vincent said she was like screwing a corpse, / but a 16-year-old corpse with young tits, / so it wasn't bad."
"And the song that sleeps / inside your mouth / is the song which bids / my heart to beat"
"the silent sorrow / lying stiff in my throat / like cold / and broken teeth"
"cart my flesh off in tiny crimson piles"
"each pretty / face should / come with a straw / so that I may / slurp up the / perfect moments / without them getting / stuck between / my teeth."
"I await the blue flame! / doused in nutmeg! / wrapped in white linen!"
"I hope her breasts were admired / as mine are / two silver deities / two shining steeples / giving testament to the sky."
"My breasts are twin moons"
"he...splits the great / and fertile valleys / like the hips of / a woman / he has loved / for centuries / in many forms"
Jewel loves describing breasts.
Other than that, A Night Without Armor was still a nice read. I think it would have been better with a less graphic detail and more restraint, but Jewel's a strong songwriter in my eyes and knows there to not overdo anything. I don't know if this was a one-time thing, but it seems so. I wonder if Jewel's poetry writing has changed since 1998. It'd be interesting to find out.
This book marked the beginning of an on-going passionate love affair I have with free verse poetry. Imperfect, raw, simple, and beautiful. It is not the "best" poetry, but a great initial read for those who may be wary of poetry. I think most will find within the book poems they can relate to, poems to roll your eyes at, poems to hate, and poems to read a thousand times over. And, you just might say, hey I could write this stuff, and begin your own love affair with writing and reading poetry. I would like to check out A Night Without Armor II: The Revenge, a parody of Jewel's work. It looks pretty funny.
I read this to get my spirits up about my own writing, which is in something of a slump right now.
It worked.
To be fair, it's not all bad. But in these 109 (!) pieces, there are only a few that didn't make me laugh out loud, and not in a good way. Rarely have I read poetry so inane or sophomoric, yet so serious in tone and subject matter and all the worse for it. I wonder if Jewel has any idea how terrible these are?
Now--the question of what to do with this book next. Inflict it on a used book store? Leave it in a used book store's Free Box? Find someone I loathe enough to make a present out of it for them? Garbage can (something I almost never do)? Decisions, decisions.
This was a blast from the past. I remember this poetry collection being HOT when I was in middle school. That being said I never got around to reading it. I enjoyed this collection, but I wasn't in awe of it. It was ok for a singular read but I didn't find myself bookmarking any pages or wanting to save this to re-read it. Again, I didn't hate it, but I didn't love it. This was good for a singular read.
I really appreciated this book by Jewel. While some of the poems were just not for me, she has such an amazing grasp on emotions and how to bring them to life in short bursts that I couldn't help but really love this short book.
I was given this book as a gift in 1999 while I was deployed to Bosnia, and I read it many times while I was on duty and on my time off. It was one of the only books I had, and it gave me great moments of joy while in an otherwise depressing situation.
Some of these are just okay. But many of them are excellent. In the afterward, Jewel says she "thought it was important to include poems from my early years, even if they lacked the technical skill of my later work, because they were true to my confusion."
I like poems that can say something meaningful in a small amount of space, and there are several like that in this volume.
A friend gave me this book for a birthday gift. We played guitar together, she was teaching me how to play and she only played Jewel songs. She was obsessed. Well, I hated the book. I never told her though.
Pretentious crap. Still, it's the most successful poetry book of all time. It almost makes me wish that every folksy pop star would put out a book of poetry, just so one of them compiles a better book of poetry.
Hannah Montana's "My achy, breaky heart." It would sell 2 million copies.
These poems by the (still? I don't listen to pop music) former pop singer are a delightful surprise. The collection is easy to read, rather like being on a picnic beside a soothing stream. If you like poetry, or want to introduce yourself to poetry, pick this up.
It's also a lovely book to pass along to a poetry-loving friend.
Totally enjoyed this. Tip: read the Afterword first. Doesn't contain spoilers, but explains this is a collection of Jewel's poetry, from the amateurish teenage years to her best works. I found this inspirational, rather than intimidating.
This remains my favourite book of Poetry. The Poems are allegedly not correct in a technical sense, or highly rated by people who apparently know about such things. They meant something to me, and I carried these poems with me and contemplated them through my life.
..”for it’s in your nature to lose interest suddenly we are both artists who suck the marrow out of each lovely bone”
Honest and honestly disturbing. Chaotically written, it is a work with moments that make my soul ache for the bitterness of lives lived in the denial of Truth’s absolutes and the hollowness of existence in which the ultimate definer of reality is oneself. A state of perspective only interrupted on occasional interludes by a sense of greater fate or a distant God. Jewel’s world, one where “Hope” is “seeing who you really are at your highest is who you will become” is a dark hope indeed. This work’s intermingled desperate whimsy and detached observation of genuine brokenness and vile dirtiness leads me to a zero star rating and a note that I would not recommend for a casual read.
Very juvenile poetry. Not the worst poetry I've ever read in my life, but not good; they sound like something you'd read in a high school girl's journal. Rambling prose with line breaks, and she obviously knows nothing about how line breaks in free verse are supposed to work. She doesn't even apparently know how to punctuate prose properly, for that matter. (And whoever edited her book doesn't, either!)