Channie Greenberg, Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires
Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires
Publisher: Stonesthrow Poetry
Lazarus Media LLC
(December 15, 2012)
Vendor: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Print Length: 167 pages
File size: 273 kb
It is insufficient either to be the next widget writer, or, at the other extreme, to struggle to please academic champions. Living verse necessarily has to gambol past imaginary hedgehogs chowing on jelly-filled doughnuts, beyond the strictures of high ranking scholastic trolls, and into the rainbow abysses found only in rural, secret places. Successful poetry must simultaneously hamper mundanity and shun the use of thick words.
Within Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires, jeremiads sit alongside of celebrations, and announcements of scientific discoveries make friends with samples of more exotic arts. Forays into civilian disobedience are illuminated, here, next to stanzas that toady hegemonic strictures. Praise, flash, and glory are housed, as well, adjacent to the fetid trenches of convergent marketing efforts.
Accordingly, Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires concurrently beams worshipful and cheeky, touches on commonplaces as well as on specialized topics, and freely makes use of motes both odd and ordinary. What’s more, this compilation makes no apologies, even between the lines, for phrases which strive to be fully corporeal or for literary devices which are functionally more magic than median.
Imaginative writings, despite protests to the contrary, given linguistic limitations, must mirror, at least partially: the social-political places to which their creators have traveled, the interpersonal negotiations in which their creators have involved themselves, and the difficult pecuniary decisions which their creators have made. It remains ineluctable that poetry, including the pieces assembled here, can not otherwise be brought into existence.
To Eat One More Bouquet of Ethereal Flowers:
To eat one more bouquet of ethereal flowers,
Waking up in verse,
Mislaid letters sent ahead,
Arguments might flow
Hence, while mangy mental wombats sing
Crying on Borrowed Time
All but fishers, ermines, raccoons
Speaking softly to some unknown
In her haste to press sylvan,
The ravens blamed
Tang Rather than Piquant
Tang rather piquant fills teapots these mornings.
Consider that adding dive brakes to the cars does naught to thwart pedestrian accidents;
Given that most pungent, static creatures, otherwise not on A Lists, gyre, woofing sadly.
Residual romances, too, collected with soiled socks, dead mice, tripe, serve as waste boxes.
As if we emphasized all upcoming performances of pantuom, of villanelle, of Malayan verse.
Copyright © 2012 by Channie Greenberg