In a careful examination of personal and collective histories, David Keplinger’s Ice indexes the findings from memory’s slow melt—stories and faces we’ve forgotten, bones hidden in frost. “I am asking how much more / I have to learn from this,” Keplinger writes. “You are asking that same question.” In these poems, he turns to our predecessors for guidance in picking apart the forces that govern modernity—masculinity, power, knowledge, conquest. Cryptic visitants arrive in the form of Gilgamesh, “searching for a way to stay in pain forever”; a grandmother mending socks, “her face in the dark unchanging”; Emily Dickinson, lingering at her window; a lion cub, asleep in ice for millennia. With each comes a critique of the Anthropocene, our drive to possess the unpossessable. With each comes also the discovery of what—and who—we’ve harmed in the discovering. Ice shelves collapse. Climate change melts layers of permafrost to reveal a severed wolf’s head. A pair of grease-smudged reading glasses calls up a mother’s phantom. “I am sorry / for the parts you gave me / that I’ve misshapen,” Keplinger writes. So is there “a point to all this singing”? Our ancestors cannot answer. The wolf’s head can’t, either. But sometimes, “out of the snow of confusion,” something answers, “saying gorgeous things like yes.” And the flowers “open up / their small green trumpets anyway.”
Ice by David Keplinger showcases riveting poetry with exquisite writing and stunning themes that transport the reader to a frozen world where prehistoric animals buried in ice millenia ago are excavated and described in beautiful detail. Through his poetry, the author also takes you on a journey to excavate and unearth poignant experiences from the permafrost of his own past. Highly recommend for those seeking an experience that seamlessly blends the beauty of nature with the complexities of human existence. I recommend the book Ice for any poetry, history, or nature lover.
”what I had been one second ago, had nothing to do with
what I was becoming before my own eyes now.”
Favorite poems: - Near Yakutia - Irises - Ice Moons - Sketch of Wings in Gorham’s Cave - The Conger Ice Shelf Had Collapsed - At Osip Mandelstam’s Memorial Statue in Voronezh - Chameleon - Mirror, On The Night of Your Passing - Possess - American Thanksgiving in Místek - Reading Gilgamesh Before Going to Sleep
I absolutely adored this collection and I know I'll be returning to it many times! A lot of his poems investigate the permeability of boundaries and being through the lens of arctic paleontology which I found rich and thought provoking.
The horses stand in the shape of a T. One of the horses rests her jaw onto the spine's aging curvature of the other horse. Not to say which is the tenderer. The hurt place is simply where they meet. Their stillness flawless. The sky a white glove. -- "Two Horses in a Field"
The Puppet Tiger That Masculinity Is Rocker Spartak the Lion Cub Lives Under the Permafrost Come and See Two Horses in a Field Chameleon The Future of Desire American History in Mistek Small Pink Reading Glasses American Thanksgiving in Mistek The Oar Reading Light
This is an interesting collection. Keplinger is at his best when working with more recognisable forms. Sometimes experimentation seems to be more for experimentation 's sake, rather than for poetical reasons.
I found this collection to be moving, challenging, and beautiful. From poems that take on topics of history, climate change, nature to those of personal reflection, fears, and memories, I was captivated. I dog-eared many poems to revisit in the future.