Channie Greenberg, A Grand Sociology Lesson
A Grand Sociology Lesson
Publisher: Lit Fest Press/Festival of Language
Date: September 10, 2016
Length: 152 pp.
ISBN: 1943170193; 978-1943170197
About the collection:
Critical analyses of social strata, of public institutions, of laws, and of media, help folks get the gist of how they can create additional goodness in their lives while suffering less. Clicked up a notch, this type of qualitative assessment, when put to verse, can capture the ecstasy of cultural creation, the pain of interpersonal failure, and the disharmony of negotiated vagueness.
A Grand Sociology Lesson articulates social experience. This assemblage mouths off about our shiny, waterproof practices as well as about our dull, unlaundered understandings. Accordingly, like the best of herbal bitters and like the least of conventional chemotherapy, A Grand Sociology Lesson is, in places, an uncomfortable read.
Yet, it is this book's irritating character that is its empowerment. Candy-coated troches, ornamental rhetorical doggerel, and good-tasting lessons in ethics fail to heal us of our less than desirable communal habits. Repurposing our words, though, can preserve us when we stumble with love, with loss, or with indecision. Whereas it doesn't matter how we review our experimentations with oak leaves, with dry ice, with nail liquor, or with baseball caps' orientation, it makes a great deal of difference how we prod our economic, our ethnic, and our psychological trials.
To wit, A Grand Sociology Lesson pokes without compunction. Let apologia remain the province of stout elitists, of persons whom appropriate little concern for the others' well-being. The rest of us must collectively grapple, poorly, or otherwise, with: rape, child abuse, the marginalization of elders, unemployment, debt, alcoholism, social exclusivity, housing shortages, insufficient medical care, and much more. Our discourse needs to get beyond worthless rodomontades. A Grand Sociology Lesson shows us that we ought to verbally nod at, whisper about, beep through expletives relevant to, and otherwise take possession of our commonplace affairs.
Montgolfier BalloonsHot air vessels, in different circumstances, aeronautics' drays,
Wrap for years in fables, their short sheets draping sofas.
Balloons often get structured from gilded, mud-covered plinths.
All but enlightened enthusiasts are wont to stuff dreams, trash bags,
Other folk spliflicate; dumbfoundedly, even violently,
Perhaps, some would-be partners for urbane entrepreneurs,
Given their serious fiduciary problems, though, integrated with larger foibles,
Decadent individuals continue on loath to fly thermal airships.
Whether wrong, immoral, or illegal, comparable starbursts of protective coatings,
Like small children singing prayers for friends before insisting that parents allow
Areal errors, like stray cats, termites, problematic carpenters, telemarketers,
When dilemmas, otherwise, occur postpradinally, yearnings for pelage satiations,
The sky, star-paved, watches me.
Even as I stumble to bruise, she snickers.
Accordingly, heaven spins, spits.
Hence, my most ineffable words produce.
Organics reveal too much, expose poor managers, uncover bare claims,
Such rascals harbor, as well, corporate mentations, shelter quixotic notions,
Puerile to a fault, those sops, most visions clotted by government rubrics, can't
In contrast, children's lunchboxes remain a special sort of juvenile hedonism,
No one's wiser from plastic ware when finite nutrition meets federal standards,
Author’s note: The collection contains over ninety poems, ten of which appeared in Bewildering Stories between 2010 and 2013.
Copyright © 2016 by Channie Greenberg