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SEVEN KITCHENS: Christina Pacosz: HOW TO MEASURE THE DARKNESS

SEVEN KITCHENS: Christina Pacosz: HOW TO MEASURE THE DARKNESS.

“Forever” by Bob Arnold one of Ten Best Poetry Chapbooks of 2011 / Pavement Saw Press

2o poems by Bob Arnold handmade Himalayan wrap

These poems arrive unannounced. If you are closed they open you, to what is. The chapbook begins with ~

JUST NOW

pausing

between the wind

and the chime

Each poem is one of these pauses. The poet is all ears, ready for the new day. He steps off the porch, begins those necessary and bountiful chores – maybe splitting wood, finishing up that stone wall, food gathering, a drive into town for supplies – and those inbetween surprises, delights (if one makes room) bumping into an old acquaintance or friend, sharing stories and news, finding a new book of poems, pumping the gas into the truck before the ride back home with his honey, and feeling protective toward a very young girl having a “parking lot stretch”:

PARKING LOT STRETCH

Very young —
and I shouldn’t
see the graze of
downy blonde
hair as the bottom
of her blouse lifts
up and open

By end of day Bob Arnold shares the noteworthy he found there, including news that the Green Mountain Vermont world where he literally makes his home, though strained, goes on, after the devastation of Hurricane Irene. Each poem draws us into what we are really made of. ~DF

one deep breath
in and deeper still
out, why that’s
forever

~ for Bob Arnold

Donna Fleischer
January 21, 2012

Forever may be purchased here from Longhouse Publishers.

Pavement Saw Press

Gratitude to poet, editor and publisher Anny Ballardini for this information.

Past All Traps by Don Wentworth / a word pond review

 

Past All Traps  by Don Wentworth, a chapbook of poems and his long-awaited first, gets through most traps we set for ourselves. It reads scroll-like without beginning, middle or end: inbreath, outbreath rhythm, wave, dunk, stroke, kick, jump, startle, pause. In the Introduction, Carl Mayfield writes, “Wentworth embraces what he finds in this split second we call living, in the moment that is sometimes like a knot on a string — you feel the bump but the string goes on.” An epigraph by Amy Ergler picks it up:

jesus christ, wentworth,
your lame goddamn poetry
annoys me like fuck.

These are sometimes aphoristic, back and forth messages in a bottle, call and response poems between this world and the next, clear as a muddy bell; of our multifarious, even changeling American culture, split at the seams, and of  this earthly sphere wobbling in the void. The poet’s voice  graveled with some serious misgivings like those who lived through New Orleans and The Great Japan Earthquake of 2011, still sings for its supper, as fine a song as the hototogisu, as tender a warble as that Baltimore oriole down in Louisianna. He laughs us out of our ego rubble into being one with an immeasurable joy that Joseph Campbell knew in a voice that sounds with the ancient and the postmodern. So many fine ones to share. Hold open your hands.

my little legs waving
in the air, my little legs –
& all your little legs, too.

**

November cherry blossom –
what was I thinking?

**

Stop counting syllables,
start counting the dead.

**

 

Not one pigeon on the wrong side of the roof.

 

**

More must be taken away, less said –
the blue morning glory
before dawn.

**

Everywhere,
the barber’s floor is covered
with spring.

 

Donna Fleischer
for word pond 

Past All Traps may be purchased online at Issa’s Untidy Hut.