Posts Tagged ‘Ben Mirov’

The Art of Textual Ambiance: Cooking with B.C. Edwards

Monday, April 9th, 2012

B.C. Edwards’ new and debut chapbook from Augury Books, To Mend Small Children, may have just the thing to cure your ails (like earaches and baldness), often even economically. There’s tips for DIY lipstick in No. 575 – Cheap Outside Paint and a slew of applications for No. 345 – How to Make Pure Spirits.

The only missing ingredient is you.

Ben Mirov says the “miraculous nature” of these poems “really lies in the way they transform the person who reads them.”

I got a taste of B.C.’s work at the recent Chapbook Release Party in Brooklyn, and he’s been kind to share insight behind the chapbook’s concoction. The poem titles (and recipe numbers) originated from an antique cookbook:

“My sister collects antique cookbooks. Or, rather, one year I was out of ideas for what to get her for christmas and sent her three or four old cookbooks along with a note that informed her that she now collected them… I found The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes by Chas W. Brown and originally bought it to add to her collection, but as I read through it, I became more and more obsessed.”

The writing process was like trying out a new dish:

“I knew immediately that I wanted to work with the book, but it took me a couple trials and errors before I figured out how… At first I thought about turning them into some sort of narrative thread, a novel or a short story or something, but that got way too clunky and kind of boring. Eventually I started picking recipes at random and pulled lines from them that I dug or thought were interesting, and then I wrote poems around those lines, incorporating them in.”

Regarding the chapbook’s reception, he said “the hope is that there’s a nice ambiance of the original text remaining but the poems still feel like works on their own, separate from the source.”

B.C. does actually like cooking “quite a bit” and even “won a friend’s Top Chef themed birthday party with a lime-marinated pork served on a jalapeño rice wafter with some garlic-cilantro sour cream.”

For his next battle, he’s challenged Ben Mirov to a “taco-off.” Ben’s culinary arsenal includes “a mean taco recipe.”

“He’ll probably win,” said B.C.

Sample his work at these upcoming readings:

Wednesday, April 11th – 8pm
Southern Writer’s Reading Series
Happy Ending Lounge
302 Broome Street, New York, NY

Monday, April 23rd – 8pm
The Poetry Project at Saint Mark’s Church
131 E. 10th Street, New York, NY

Friday May 4th – 7pm
Dorothea Lasky’s Multifarious Array at Pete’s Candy Store
709 Lorimer St, Brooklyn, NY

–Stephanie Ann Whited


I Don’t Mind If You’re Feeling Alone-Yes Yes Books Tour

Thursday, March 8th, 2012

The fine folks over at Yes Yes Books are on tour to support Thomas Patrick Levy’s book, I Don’t Mind If You’re Feeling Alone.

 

Wednesday, March 7, 8 PM
Vermillion Cafe
1508 11th Ave
(between Pike St & Pine St)
Seattle, WA 98122
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Nate Slawson, Jane Wong, Kate Lebo

Thursday, March 8, 7 PM
SPLAB
3651 S. Edmunds
Seattle, WA 98118
In the Columbia Cultural Corner (the former Columbia School)
Enter from Edmunds
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Nate Slawson, Arlene Kim

Friday, March 9, 7 PM
Palace of Industry
5426 N. Gay Ave.
Portland, OR
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Nate Slawson, Emily Kendal Frey, Diana Salier, Julia Clare Tillinghast-Akalin

Monday, March 12, 7:30 PM
Press: Works on Paper
3492 22nd Street
San Francisco, CA 94110
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Ben Mirov, Meg Pokrass, Fia Maxwell

Tuesday, March 13, 7:30 PM
851
You Know Where It Is!
http://851thesquat.tumblr.com/
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Ben Mirov, Andrea Kneeland, Sarah Fran Whisby, Shruti Swamy

Friday, March 16, 7:00
Stories Books and Cafe, Echo Park
1716 West Sunset Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90026
(213) 413-3733
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Amelia Gray, Lili Flanders

Friday, March 30, 8 PM
The Big Big Mess Reading Series
Annabell’s Bar & Lounge
782 W Market St
Akron, Ohio United States 44303
(330) 535-1112
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Nate Slawson, Krysia Orlowski, and Jeff Hipsher

Saturday, March 31, 8 PM
The Doll House Reading Series
1850 W. Belle Plaine Ave #3
Chicago, IL 60613
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Nick Sturm, Phillip B. Williams, Jonterri Gadson

Monday, April 2, 8:30
Be Here Now
505 N. Dill Street
Mucie, IN 47303
Readers: Thomas Patrick Levy, Matt Hart, Nick Sturm, Ashley Ford

 

-steven karl


Gifts for Poets and Poetry Lovers

Friday, December 9th, 2011

It’s that time of year again! Here are some suggestions that might make the perfect gift for those that love poetry!

How about a gift subscription to jubilat, Denver Quarterly, Conduit, or Fence?

Many presses offer 1 and 2 year subscriptions such as Litmus Press, $75 gets you or your loved one everything they publish in 2012-13 including their journal, Aufgabe.

$75 also gets a year worth of books from the fine folks over at Wave Books.

Nothing says Merry Christmas more than a two year gift subscription to Octopus Books! For $64 you get 6 full-lengths and around 4 chapbooks with free shipping.  The list includes  with Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees, Rebecca Farivar’s Correct Animal, Brandon Downing’s AT ME, and a reprint of CD Wright’s 40 Watts. And then 4 more books: Chris DeWeese’s The Black Forest and Jenny Zhang’s Dear Jenny, We Are All Find, Patricia Lockwood’s Balloon Pop Outlaw Black and Ben Mirov’s Hider Roser.

For only $50 you get all of this from Black Ocean: Hunger Transit by Feng Sun Chen (Spring 2012)
Fjords by Zachary Schomburg (Spring 2012), Handsome Vol. 4 (Spring 2012), Dark Matter by Aase Berg, trans. Johannes Göransson (Fall 2012),The Moon’s Jaw by Rauan Klassnik (Fall 2012)

No Tell Books has a deal where you can get any two of their titles for $20. Some of their authors include Bruce Covey, Hugh Behm-Steinberg, and Lea Graham.

Yes Yes Books offers both print and e-book subscriptions. When you subscribe, Heavy Petting by Gregory Sherl and Panic Attack, USA by Nate Slawson will be immediately mailed to you. On February 14th, 2012 they’ll send you I Don’t Mind if You’re Feeling Alone by Thomas Patrick Levy.

Ahsahta Press has a three different gifts packages (ranging from $65-35) including books by Kate Greenstreet and Karla Kelsey.

Dancing Girl Press has a (chap)book bundle of 5 for $25.

Projective Industries publishes hand-bound chapbooks. You can get four for $20 (while supplies last).

How about Fact-Simile’s Trading Cards including poets such as Bhanu Kapil, CA Conrad, and Joanne Kyger.

If you find yourself in Brooklyn or Manhattan, Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop is offering free door-to-door delivery on their bicycles (weather permitting).  Not only is that green, but you can support multiple presses and hand-select you’re own gift packages!

Likewise, if you find yourself in Northampton you’d be remiss not to stop into Flying Object or shop from them online!

While “best” has always been an arguable term, if you need more suggestions of what people have been reading/raving about take a look at Third Factory/Notes of Poetry and No Tells.


Parish Krewes

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

by Micah Ballard
Bootstrap Press 2009
Reviewed by Ben Mirov 

7.5 of 10 stars

“I will not rise / to receive their grievances / nor their praise…”

ballard coverPublishing almost exclusively in small press chapbooks, Micah Ballard has led a career that has been an homage to an era of poetry beginning during the San Francisco Renaissance and continuing on into the 1960s and 70s when poets like Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, Charles Olson and Philip Whalen were considered an older generation of masters and younger poets like Joanne Kyger, Tom Clark, Ann Waldman, Bill Berkson and Lewis Warsh (to name a few) were forming tight knit groups, and publishing communities.

Many of the small press projects Ballard is involved in still produce chaps that reference this period when publications were mostly produced in an 8 1/2′ by 11′ format on mimeograph machines or made by hand. Ballard’s new collection, Parish Krewes, is mostly a selection from a number of small press publications, printed by friends and circulated within select communities. Many of the poems are dedications and their language reflects the intimacy and idiosyncrasy of these friendships (see: “Purification,” dedicated to the poet Partrick Dunagan, and “All Saints Day,” for Ballard’s wife and fellow poet Sunnylyn Thibodeaux).

Much of Parish Krewes owes its stylistic nuances to poets of this era such as David Meltzer (one of Meltzer’s collages graces the cover), and Joann Kyger, but perhaps Ballard’s most significant predecessor is the poet John Wieners. Closely associated with SF renaissance poets like Duncan, Spicer and Robin Blazer, Wieners was widely read and known in the poetry scenes of his time. Despite being lauded by Robert Creeley and Charles Olson, Wieners remains a poet who never enjoyed the success of his peers. A large number of Weiners’s poems condense a sense of longing and loss into elegant, seemingly effortless poems. Often, his language runs into the dark, recounting moments of solitude and destitution, drug addiction, and love loss. If you are lucky to find a copy of his rare chapbook The Hotel Wentley Poems, you will find a tonality and diction much like Ballard’s work in Parish Krewes. Take for example Ballard’s poem “Queens Tunnel to Lexington”:

Not enough
sleep
dreams where the real
life is lived
Surrendered realms
which initiate
the inner workings of deals
left undone.
Until there are none to be done.
Only the premonition
of where we’ll be when they arrive
what’s next
after they’re gone.
It all returns. But is it morning
or am I still here from yesterday?
Blood rushes below. Rain
seeps through windowpanes
the bell rings. Stop. I will not rise
to receive their grievances
nor their praise, false ambitions
material poetry.
There is another communion to tune in with
Something more immediate than flesh.

Throughout Parish Krewes there is the strong sense that each poem is resisting “false ambitions” and “material poetry.” All of the poems in Ballard’s collection maintain their integrity by refusing to participate in “Surrendered realms / which initiate / the inner workings of deals / left undone.” It is not made explicitly clear what these realms are, except that they promise the unsatisfying “…premonition / of where we’ll be when they arrive / & what’s next / after they’re gone.” This sort of explicitly opaque language is employed throughout Parish Krewes in order to create space that is both esoteric and open. The dedications to close friends, the idiosyncratic diction, the dark, private tone of the poems all function towards this end. My favorite poems in Parish Krewes inhabit an otherworld. They incrementally build themselves into a dimension where the poem hangs in the ether like a ghost, waiting to be recognized and listened to. Even the more esoteric moments shimmer with obsidian intensity.

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Undersleep

Monday, November 10th, 2008

by Julie Doxsee
Octopus Books 2008
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

7

Refigures

doxsee coverMany of the poems from Julie Doxsee’s Undersleep feel like descendants of early Robert Creeley poems, especially those from Words. The torque one feels moving from line to line is very much like the experience of reading a Graham Foust poem. The density of other poems and the way individual words seem packed full of content, bear similarities to the work of Rae Armantrout. For the most part, however, Doxsee’s poems are exotic and lack strong comparison. Perhaps their most unique characteristic is their obtrusiveness, which derives from predecessors while simultaneously creating an architecture all its own. Take the poem “Ice Shapes,” which contains many of the idiosyncrasies that can be found throughout Undersleep:

 A mercury spill
 follows you, spelling
 between figure 8s:

 the large cloud
 fell from the wall
 with sugar-water before

 leaping to the magnet
 wall. A curl of my
 pillow-head-you

 goes upsidedown
 with a vase of orchids
 as the evening

 new pulls a flood
 of ink from every
 pen on earth.

“Ice Shapes,” like many of Doxsee’s poems, seems to exist in a realm where imaginative language flirts with physicality. The “mercury spill” in the opening line of “Ice Shapes” creates an unfamiliar context. The inclusion of the nonspecific “you” in the second line abruptly brings the poem back into focus by forcing the reader to consider itself within the zone of this bizarre circumstance. This conflation of poem-world and reader-world allows the “Ice Shapes” to unravel in a way that is wholly mysterious, as the “mercury spill” proceeds to write “between figure 8s.” Much like the “mercury spill,” these lines have an affronting quality built upon an internal logic which is both impressive and opaque. The “figure 8s” might be taken for infinity symbols and/or a type of knot; but what matters more is that their presence is integral to the construction of the poem. The “mercury spill” that precedes them and the strange procession of objects that follow seem welded together. Each one is a keystone.

The lines that follow are similarly confounding: a cloud falls from a wall with sugar water “before leaping to the magnet / wall,” “… as the evening / new pulls a flood / of ink from every / pen on earth.” While one could easily take on the task of ascribing meaning into each moment in the poem, the integrity and significance of Doxsee’s poems comes from their sculptural qualities. Each poem in Undersleep affects the space around it; the space on the page, perhaps even the reader’s space, the brainspace one uses to conceive the more chimerical compositions of poetry. Many of the poems in Undersleep function like sculptures in a gallery; they force an observer to navigate through and reconsider the space they inhabit. This is an array of poems that touch you in unique, troubling and frequently pleasurable ways.

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Coeur de Lion

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008

by Ariana Reines
Mal-o-Mar 2008
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

7

King Cheese

coeur de lionAriana Reines’s new book, Coeur de Lion, is named after a common brand of Camembert cheese (see the book’s inner cover) and for King Richard I of England (1157-1199), also known as Richard the Lionheart or “Coeur de Lion.”

Camembert is a French cheese usually served at room temperature. Good quality Camembert smells like dirty socks but has a complex, head-filling flavor, and a creamy texture. The cheese attains its more interesting bitter notes from natural ammonia that develops as it ripens. Its taste is an acquired one with a complexity analogous to that of fine scotch. Richard the Lionheart was King of England from 1189 – 1199 C.E. At the age of 16 he commanded an army in a failed revolt against his father. He was crowned King in 1189, but spent the greater part of his rule fighting in the Crusades, far from his Kingdom. The conflation of Coeur de Lion the cheese and Coeur de Lion the King creates a multifaceted symbol that describes Reines’s project.

Coeur de Lion, a discontinuous long poem composed of smaller, titleless poems, is a record of a doomed relationship between two young, well-educated New Yorkers. The narrator examines this relationship with a balance of sympathy and incisive critique:

The other night
When I couldn’t sleep
Next to you and I
Said I wanted to cry
And you said I should
And I looked down and breathed
And then I did cry
And you tried to touch me
And you did
And you tried to kiss me
And you sort of did
And I was so scared
That I love you and you don’t love me
I felt stupid when I put my pants on
And I felt stupid when I put my shirt on
And I felt stupid when I went to the other room to get my book
Beware of Pity by Stephan Zweig

The simplicity of the line structure and the anaphoric repetition of the word “and” are self-conscious and direct in a way that undercuts the otherwise clichéd content of the lines. Similarly, the reference to Beware of Pity, a novel by obscure Austrian writer Stephan Zweig, seems pretentious and redundant but in a self-effacing, affirming way. Throughout Coeur de Lion the narrator’s language reflects a similar self-awareness; she is conscious of the “cheesiness” of her situation while being simultaneously swept up into its chivalric void. It’s this feeling of being rapt in another person’s unrequited love that Coeur de Lion explores with a sense of masochistic relish, self-possession and integrity that is captivating, moving and often hilariously self-critical.

Transcending clichés of self-indulgence, self-pity and tediousness one might expect from a long poem about a failed relationship, Reines’s book is not so much about the object of the narrator’s longing, but the luminosity of the emotions that flourish in the absence of that object. The cheese/king symbol serves as a placeholder for the narrator’s failed relationship, embodying both the absence of the narrator’s former lover and the presence of a stinky yet delicious form of sustenance. Similarly, Coeur de Lion the poem, like the Camembert cheese it is named for, is a complex, heady blend of emotions best savored with a bottle of wine.

*


Rogue Hemlocks

Friday, September 5th, 2008

by Carl R. Martin
Fence Books 2008
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

8

Essential Jellyfish

martin coverEach of the poems in Carl R. Martin’s Rogue Hemlocks is miraculous and leads to a broad spectrum of meaning and possibility. Here is a poem called “Pumping Station One”:

Holy jellyfish
making innocent the insouciant curve of the hip
male or female.
Petrol in the beak, the pellucid orb
reigning slipshod in the air
of extant Being
as it bubbles afresh from this watery dissolve.
So you dispute this comic version,
laugh at those plaster statues of sheep,
shout your seminal baa of sequined mirth?
I too laugh at the clear proximity of her skin,
her see through toga adrift
in this briny pool love poisons with flammable
               liquids. 

Like “Pumping Station One,” the other poems in Rogue Hemlocks encourage a holistic reading; you could probably dissect a “Holy jellyfish,” but it’s better to watch it swim “in this briny pool love poisons with flammable liquids.” Martin’s poems are tenuous and whimsical while affirming the essentialness of their constituent parts and the material of which they are made. In a sense, they embody qualities of beingness one finds in living organism–or at least, an indelible sense of thingness displayed by inanimate objects.

It’s difficult to associate Martin with a school or predecessor. The protean consistency of style throughout Rogue Hemlocks is reminiscent of John Ashbery. Other poems, like “Mime Song,” reflect the crystalline imagery of the protosurrealist Pierre Reverdy:

When in the suborned world
fear of death strums
the blue xylophone, space
is clear and tense
as gloved hands gripping nowhere:
mime without meaning, or girder wheeled around in air
before its fall,
and the face slips into place.

For the most part, however, Martin’s syntax and diction, his wacky music, his sense of history and pop-culture are idiosyncratic. Each of his poems is a singular disturbance in the matrix of contemporary poetry.

If there is any weakness in Martin’s writing it is that this sense of wonder it invokes can be intimidating. The generousness and sublimity of the poems in Rogue Hemlocks may not be for everyone, but everyone should seek them out and be challenged by them:

We know, we imagine vulnerable colors, skimpy legs,
watching the noodles slither from chopsticks.
We hear sonic explosions, the pure lake’s concentric beauty.
Individually or as one we abandon the mistakes.

(from “Duties of a Paper Hat”)

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Letters Toward Jim

Friday, July 11th, 2008

by Matthew Langley
Catfish Press 2006
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

7

Desert Wisdom

langley_coverMatthew Langley’s chapbook Letters Toward Jim is a collection of correspondence poems between a narrator and someone named Jim (potentiallly Jim Goar, editor of Past Simple and Catfish Press). Whereas other notable correspondence projects such as Jack Spicer’s After Lorca use the oblique relationship between sender and receiver as a justification for compiling and categorizing the collected poems, in Letters to Jim, the motivation behind the letters is open-ended and the relationship between sender and receiver is left unspecified. In this sense Jim becomes an idea rather than a real person. Who Jim is and what he represents remains to be embodied by the letter-poems and not by historical context or narrative explication.

As the title implies, these communications may never actually reach their destination. Their function is as an indicator towards the possibility of Jim. Who is Jim and does he exist? Is Jim and editor, a friend, a synonym for God, or all of the above? In a way, Letters Toward Jim is a compilation of uncorrespondences or communications sent with the awareness that they may never receive a response and that their recipient may not exist. Individual poems reflect this uncertainty:

We horsemen, astride our horses, what
do we care about?
The answer a loud wondering:
“Stroll to your profit; flick the wind east.
Gather a mighty following, a ranch
of desert wisdom. And if men balk
at your entreaties, beat it straight
to the mountains, trailing bullets
from your heels.”

The answer to “what / do we care about” is generated by the rhetorical nature of the question and not from a second party, as one might expect. In this case the answer or “loud wondering” implies more questions than answers. What is the “profit” mentioned in the fourth line? What are the consequences of flicking “the wind east”? What composes the “mighty following”? None of these questions are answered by the poem. The various components all seem to amount to “desert wisdom,” or a type of knowledge that is only as useful as it is barren. Many of the poems in Letters Toward Jim embody this idea of “desert wisdom,” or knowledge or insight brought about by the act of “loud wondering” and not via dialog as the letter-form suggests.

The aim of Letters Toward Jim is admirable if not wrought with Sisyphean challenges. One could picture Langley continuing his letters indefinitely, filling at least an entire volume a la The Dream Songs. The best poems have prayer-like qualities and a settle, self-effacing sense of humor and pathos, while the weaker ones get tangled on themselves and never quite produce enough energy to provoke repeated readings and or meditations. For the most part, the poems are lighthearted and attractive and make for a solid collection.

*


Sensational Spectacular

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

by Nate Pritts
BlazeVOX Books 2007
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

7.5

110%

pritts coverThere is an unabashed revelry in Nate Pritts’s Sensational Spectacular that reminds me of certain poems by Frank O’Hara. In O’Hara poems like “Having a Coke with You” or “Ode to Joy,” passions take precedence over highbrow intellectualism. As a result, the objects in the poem become manifestations of the poet’s more intuitive emotions. In Sensational Spectacular this tendency leads to an appealing, bombastic aesthetic. Take for example these lines from “A Day in the Life”:

                     Any patch of land with a giant grenade buried in it

                     knows exactly how I feel, like I’m about to be

                     all up in the air (…)

More ephemeral comparisons can be made between O’Hara and Pritts. Sensational Spectacular is bookended by two sections called “Secret Origins” and “The Brave and the Bold,” which catalog the exploits of a narrator and his friends: Red, Green and Blue. As in many O’Hara poems, Pritts’s concern in these sections is the dynamics of interpersonal relationships. Red, Blue and Green get in fights, play games, fall in love, and have adventures. The result is an intimate look into a “scene.” Just as O’Hara’s poems encapsulated the burgeoning yet exclusive art and poetry communities in the 50s and 60′s, Pritts’s poems examine the inner-workings of a small select group:

        My friends and I believe in excluding newcomers

        from our secrets: secret lair, secret handshake.

        We collect our separate feeling of scorn

        &rage& elitism the way other groups of friends

        collect sea shells on the shore of the vast

        ocean of Hello! (…)

The main difference here is the manner in which the people in the poems are presented to the reader. In O’Hara we get names like DeKooning, Ashbery, Freilicher and Goldberg, figures with personal and artistic histories. In Sensational Spectacular, the identities of the characters involved in the poems is masked and abstracted from the burden of history by their identification with the colors red, green, and blue. Red, Green and Blue feel like real people, but their personas and exploits develop in an imaginative otherworld, simultaneously like and unlike the world in which we live. If O’Hara had chosen a sort of dream-world constituted by his imagination rather than New York City, he might have written poems very much like Pritts.

There are many aspects of Sensational Spectacular that are unique. One of the most appealing nuances of his writing is its relentless sincerity. Nowhere in these poems does one get the feeling that the author is holding back or evading the reader for the sake of cleverness. The best poems feel unabashed and outrageous:

        My life is a funhouse:  giant faces taunt me

        & every cornering reveals another hazard

        volcano simmering in the guestroom, dinosaurs

        holding bazookas. As if their teeth weren’t enough.

In these lines from “Never Be the Same Again,” the giant faces, the volcano in the guestroom, the bazooka wielding dinosaurs push the envelope, but what they lack in terms of subtlety, they make up for with their wholeheartedness. For all the risks Pritts takes in Sensational Spectacular, he never veers into affectation. In a time when so many poems are nothing more than impressive panoplies and poets can find a million precedents to divorce themselves from taking responsibility for their lines, Nate Pritts is a refreshing, entertaining writer. I look forward to seeing what he does next.

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Forget Reading

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

by Anthony Hawley
Shearsman Books 2008
Reviewed by Ben Mirov

6_5stars_6

Broken/Beautiful

hawley coverAnthony Hawley’s second book Forget Reading is an insightful, relevant collection of poems that exist in and around the sonnet form. Though many of the poems are conspicuously labeled sonnets, their distance from traditional sonnet form speaks to the overall project of Forget Reading. Many of the “sonnets” even exceed fourteen lines. The poems in the final section, “Productive Suffix,” have a great deal of space between lines, making them feel exploded. Poems from other sections, especially “P(r)etty Sonnets,” have short choppy lines giving the feeling that the other half of the poem has been deliberately torn away, leaving only the left side. Most of the poems in Forget Reading feel like sonnets in a state of disrepair.

As the section heading “P(r)etty Sonnets suggests, imperfection and beauty are integral to each other in Hawley’s new collection. The interjecting “(r)” turns the word “petty” into “pretty,” so that both words seem to exist interdependently. While the parenthetic “r” creates the simultaneous meaning, it also creates a rupture within the word “petty” that is both artificial and disruptive. Many of the poems in Forget Reading try to achieve a similar effect. Take for example these lines from the poem on page twenty-seven from the section “Apple Silence”:

      atomized margin

      drip of glass

      stone wall reduction

      heather heather

      that obscure object

      of the flicker

The opening lines of the poem from “atomized margin” to “heather heather” contain images that maintain their identity via transitory physical states. An “atomized margin” is neither a margin, nor a collection of disparate particles, but a baffling oxymoronic combination of the two. The following line, “drip of glass,” conjures both the image of molten glass, as well as a drip of water that appears to be glass in the moment of our imagining it. And what is “heather heather,” but a girl named Heather that is simultaneously a flower? All of these images are representations of “that obscure object / of the flicker.” Like the section heading “P(r)etty Sonnets,” they maintain their character through their contradictory qualities.

This collection is about more than Hawley’s unique imagery. The oxymoronic images, and the (dis)function of the sonnet form both point towards Hawley’s desire to create a collection of poems that is as elusive as it is perpetual. As the directive title suggests, these poems are meant to maintain their mysterious, contradictory qualities in order to be read again and again. Even if this is a quality most of us seek out instinctively in the poems we read, Hawley’s aim is as admirable as his book is rewarding.

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