Of Beckman’s follow-up collection to his APR-Honickman award winning first book, Tomaz Salamun writes: "There are no similarities with Apollinaire or Ginsberg, except with what they were doing to Time while they were young." The contemplative poems of this collection unfurl in startling and beautiful new ways.
Joshua Beckman was born in New Haven, Connecticut. He is the author of six books, including Take It (Wave Books, 2009), Shake and two collaborations with Matthew Rohrer: Nice Hat. Thanks. and Adventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty. He is an editor at Wave Books and has translated numerous works of poetry and prose, including Poker by Tomaz Salamun, which was a finalist for the PEN America Poetry in Translation Award. He is also the recipient of numerous other awards, including a NYFA fellowship and a Pushcart Prize. He lives in Seattle and New York.
As with Beckman’s first collection, this one got off to a slow start for me. The first 3 poems were a pleasure to read but I found myself losing focus at times and not struck by lines that stopped me and pulled me in. But About the Days and Block Island were different. They had my attention and admiration throughout. The sadness and hopeless hope and acceptance-surrender woven throughout these poems gave them an intense emotional beauty. I look forward to reading them again.
Something I Expected To Be Different is actually pretty exemplary of the other books of Beckman's I've encountered (in particular, my very favorite, Shake). This book, however, while not by any means sentimental, allows for a kind of emotional vulnerability that, in Beckman's later books, strikes me now as slightly stifled.
Something I Expected To Be Different is more than worthwhile for its sequence entitled "About the Days," which opens with this wonderful segment:
Open moments of winter are two, your brown eyes darkened departing your brown eyes nothing but Europe but winter will do for the window opens and the arm extends from it saying January make me cold as you must and the body is dedicated to you full of armfuls of you, that is two, how it was with you and how the winter was and how the winter was within it.
The whole book was good, but the poem "Block Island" was amazing. It made me feel good about poetry again, when I'd been depresses about it for a while.