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Lädt ... Brenda Is in the Room, & Other Poems (Colorado Prize for Poetry)von Craig Morgan Teicher
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Brenda Is in the Room and Other Poems ... appears to be ... a light-hearted and amusingly self-conscious account of daily life. Brenda (the author's then fiancee, now wife) is indeed in the room. Because she and the world are loved, the everyday is lyrically charged: 'therefore allow me to look / out into a world about which / I have something to say: / were I able to see it all --how / the trees really smell, how the wind actually blows ... / I think / my mouth would be too full / to speak.' ... As soon as I had read the book, I wanted immediately to read it again, for its pebble that is also a planet. --Paul Hoover. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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"All words are lies. There is
no such thing as a lie." (p27)
or:
"Because my white dog sleeps
in corners, we let her sleep." (p28)
How freshman Comp, how bland. This guy has nothing to say.
UPDATE and a warning, I'm about to start swearing: This is the fucking worst fucking writing I've ever fucking seen in my entire fucking life (depressed 14-yr olds on myspace included: though they pedal around in endless cliché, at least they're trying to say something). After 14 pages of the poem, "Poem to Read at My Wedding", in which we find these romantic thoughts,
"Sitting in front
of my computer again" (p95)
and this tacky confession:
"I began masturbating
when I was very young
and never had normal fantasies" (p98)
Teicher attempts to get meta-diegetic with this profound reflection,
"Soon this poem will hit
10 pages, making it my longest
ever." (p104)
[... insert 19 lines of jibber-jabber about long poems and other random thoughts, made poetry because the lines are short and have 9 breaks in-between (oh, yes, we've even heard about how he took inspiration to narrow his margins in Word from another poet who wrote on adding machine tape), and we get to read this amazing discovery...]
"Ooh! I've
just crossed page 10! And used
up both my allotted
exclamation marks." (p105)
But no! He will use more!
"Look at what I just said:
I'm marring Brenda. Whoa!" (p106)
Duude!
So then skip a few pages distracted by the strong wish that this guy would get a grip on his similies (he's like a mirror and that's why he's like a window, or, like he's looking through a window at himself, being mirror-like in the window-like mirror which is, like, reflecting other mirrors, which, still, are like windows), and I have an IF THIS GUY CAN'T BE ARSED TO WORDSMITH HIS OWN POETRY, AT LEAST GET HIM A COPY EDITOR-moment. Context: Our poet can't understand death because he's never died before:
"but unless falling asleep is
like dying, I've had no practice." (p107)
JFC! Does he know what he just said?! He just said he has had no practice falling asleep! If Teicher wants to say he's had no practice dying and can only liken it perhaps to falling asleep, IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND BUDDY! "unless dying (which I've never done) is like falling asleep (which I have done), I've had no practice (dying)".
I can't figure out if I'm supposed to be stoned while reading this, or if I've just been introduced to some bizarro world where striped-shirts/khaki pants guys repetitively say "door" or any other word to themselves too many times and think they're the first person to think words are weird, dude, resulting in their friends thinking they're a philosophical genius. Oh but if from the trees the Tractatus would fall on his head, and the wind, the wind, tear the page which says whereof one cannot speak, one should remain silent and stuff it in Teicher's mouth... ( )