Over the course of 200+ short poems, Behrle attempts to capture the spirit of the early 2000s. Although not sonnets in the traditional sense, they resonate as a sequence with a strange, relentless power.
This outstanding collection of brief, fractured lyrics showcases the work of underrated poet Jim Behrle, late of Boston and Brooklyn, now living in Jersey City. The book's title is a sly bit of misdirection, a double-pump head-fake: at first glance these 231 brief poems, although numbered, do not appear to be sonnets per se -- but if you look closely, and count the space breaks as lines, they do indeed (mostly) comprise fourteen metrical units. This bit of formal gamesmanship creates a ghostly sub-structure that lends the collection a unifying structure and sensibility. The lyric movement of these poems is towards a whirling entropy, as surreal images, advertising slogans, pop culture allusions, headlines, bits of rhyme, off-color jokes, non sequiturs, and scrambled koans all run together in a jostling current of free-wheeling verbal flux. The overall effect is one of capacious imaginative energy, humor, and a sneaky, offhand soulfulness.