Whether watching teens practice cheerleading in a surveillance video or discussing death with a shoe salesclerk, these poems ultimately find a certain joy and redemptive love. Wit and wry observation mark these disjointed narratives from an agile new voice.
A collection to linger over and savor. Not in gulps, but in small savory bites-- vivid imagery intent on soothing and startling in turn. Made all the sweeter by having met The Poet.
Favorite lines:
For me, heaven's a metonymy where the cosmos plays part to ego's whole. Ash trees line the street outside my window like so many torched cigarettes. See the problem? Which is heavier, an inch of heaven or an ounce of lead?
i can't say i understand all of these poems-- they're like ladders you start climbing and then suddenly you're in another dimension-- but they have the same kind of sad and colorful mysterious clarity i reread prufrock for all the time.
from "Long Distance Communication": ... Last week I received a note from my friend telling me he'd two months to go at his current assignment, that the smoke had mostly cleared, that his emotional life was finally a blessing. But all I heard was that there had been a fire, all number of structures going up like genetically engineered blooms, and that he was caught creeping around the heroic dark with a five-gallon bucket of gasoline and half a box of strike-anywhere matches.
and, my favorite part, from "Let's Go": If she wasn't at work right now I would need to invent her. If the stores ran out of sugar, if the bees abandoned their hives, if I wasn't teaching right now I'd surely call her.
The classroom's been set on fire, I'd say. Someone spilt sun all over the desert. I've this pain in my neck that aches like seltzer. Let's go and see about those shoes.
I don't read poetry often so when I do I'm overly concerned with "getting it." It seems with this book I managed to get past that to some degree, and let the poems wash over me. That being said, it gets five stars for me liking it, not because I know anything about poetics.
Some of the poems I particularly enjoyed:
On the Way from Delphi Yellowbirds Patty Suddenly Let's Go Enter Here The Case Against Happiness
I do know this will be a book I pick up again and again to read a poem or two at a time.
Poems written the way these are, by poets of Pecqueur's general sensibility, have a tendency to outrun the talents of their writers and slip into snotty irony. Good lines run to better lines, then fall away for some reason into Star Wars references or prose poems that read like the lose paper in an over-wrapped gift. I like these poems because, to me, they keep the good and avoid the bad of that way of writing. This is a really good book.
funny, sad, searing, soaring. the case is well made, but we see glimmers of the contrary in Pecqueur's virtuoso command of syntax, music and thought. here is a poet, my friends!