Good Poem By Jim Behrle - "Beachview"
I ADORE Jim Behrle! The only reason I don't have him on my blogroll is that I'd get too distracted. I click him on your blog. This is actually an excellent poem. I love it. Jim Behrle for Poet Laureate! Jim Behrle for new King Monkey!
"Beachview"
Yesterday I would have mentioned that this made me laugh hard and long until full tears came out. It was hilarious. Now, it's not as funny without the pimped-up Fence. Puhleeze, purdy Jim, can we have that one again? We can't have one without the other. Lacks that opening stanza. Congratulations on writing a really good poem. I'm tempted to type it out here, but process is the pimp of the poem, qué no? Check it out. (But he makes taking author's photos hell. Oh, Jim, tell me I'm the quetzal!)
"Beachview"
Yesterday I would have mentioned that this made me laugh hard and long until full tears came out. It was hilarious. Now, it's not as funny without the pimped-up Fence. Puhleeze, purdy Jim, can we have that one again? We can't have one without the other. Lacks that opening stanza. Congratulations on writing a really good poem. I'm tempted to type it out here, but process is the pimp of the poem, qué no? Check it out. (But he makes taking author's photos hell. Oh, Jim, tell me I'm the quetzal!)
posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes at 9:53 PM
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".... Falling
into sleep's spelunk. Boneless,"
manOman! does it get any better than that?
Tony R: This is crack craft --swinging the hammer to the bit to fissure to the flake. Like that the hand says. And does. And it's all Jim Behrle.
"sleep's spelunk" -- it would take too many pages to go through all the morphemes & phonemes gonging and chiming in this one, it would miss the wind hissing through its teeth, and the dream netted in just those two words. Good poem. That's craft what he does to pobrecito Mark Strands. He tries. It sucks. No doubt about it. Jim goes through like a Scottish grandad bearing a scythe. I recall a line from Bly about "leaping poetry" (good book, that, if you can find it) where he complains about the typical workshop poetry where it takes 3 lines to a compare a blade of grass to a woman's wrist (I'm making this part up) when you could do it too words. I LOVE IT! Good show. It's like he's cutting the hem of the slip out from under Strand's prom dress. That's craft—getting out from being beached.
oops, "two" words, you could do it in two words, as opposed to too too
which FENCE? what's a quetzal?
luv
jimmy
The "I *heart* Jim Behrle" boob cover - I loved it leading to the strand poster, too much. Put it back. I caught it late last night.
A quetzal is a long tailed turquoise green bird from Guatemala & Mexico. It was the one sticker that said "I'm so exotic." I wouldn't mind being a quetzal, so let me just think it. The quetzal could never be captured and it died in captivity, the only way to trap one was tequila; they'd get it drunk then plunk the feathers. Bad way to wake up with a hangover.
Oh yeah, it's what's on Moctezuma's headdress, the irridescent green feathers more precious than gold.
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