To further my education and to expand my literary horizons, I have made it a point to add a good dose of poetry into my reading schedule every year. I don’t pretend to be an expert in poetry; I know nothing of rhyme and meter. I do know what sounds gorgeous to my ear, and what offends it. I tend to like a poet’s work because it moves me, period. I especially love reading local poets from right here in Oklahoma. Benjamin Myers holds a special place in my heart and on my bookshelf not only because he’s the uber-talented son of my friend and fellow writer, Anna Myers, but because his poetry is just plain beautiful.
His latest book of poetry, Lapse Americana, feels like a slice of home, and it’s just as rich with the flavors of his native Oklahoma as his first book, Elegy for Trains. Whether he’s exploring the emotional depth of the gravediggers in “A Production of Hamlet” or the meaning and significance of nothing in “None of This” or the meaning of everything in “The Tardy Ones”, his writing is effortless and evocative.
Brief description of Lapse Americana:
The twin ravens, Thought and Memory, of Norse myth are reborn as American crows to fly an interweaving pattern or remembering and forgetting through the pages of Lapse Americana. Born out of the poet’s childhood during the Pax Americana and situated within the war and economic lapse of the new century, these poems explore memory and amnesia, faith and doubt, presence and absence. They are rooted in rural, working class experience as well as in the poetic traditions of America, Europe, and China. By turns formal and jazzy, confessional and coy, these poems speak of the universal by focusing on the particular, insisting with simultaneous emphasis upon the value of remembering and of embracing forgetfulness. (Book description from publisher’s website.)
Here’s one from Lapse Americana that aptly describes some of our tumultuous spring weather, one to which many who live here can readily relate :
Tornado
Toward evening the clouds began
circling each other like dogs.
A light like the golden skin
of the sun itself fell
steady as rain before rain
and puddled between round bales
uncollected in the pasture.
.
Then the utility poles
were a row of broken teeth
up the highway to town,
.
and once again
the ordinary light.
The way he describes the light before a storm is just fantastic. Here’s another one of my favorite poems:
Talking to My Racist Friend
I read somewhere that all the sunlight
smacking the earth
at any moment
weighs as much
as a cruise ship,
.
which makes me
wonder
how much the darkness
in this conversation
with you
must weigh:
.
Eight semis stacked in a pyramid
and balanced on a teacup?
The Empire State Building
sopping wet?
All the dirt in Oklahoma?
.
Or maybe a cruise ship
of its own,
with doe-eyed passengers
waving
dumbly from the deck
as they sail obliviously off
to kiss the sullen iceberg.
Amazing, right? I know you’ll want to read more. To order this book, visit the New York Quarterly Books website here. To learn more about Benjamin Myers, visit his page on NYQ here. You can also visit his blog here.
Thanks for the intro to Benjamin’s work! Love the poems you shared here. 🙂
You’re most welcome! If you liked these poems, I know you’ll love the book.
Loved reading this. Thank you
You’re welcome. So glad you liked it. I need to have Ben sign my books some time. Maybe this month when I’m in Chandler.
Brilliant! I can’t wait to read more–must get the book!
I know! He’s such a great talent. Not surprising with his literary genes. His writing makes me wish I’d had a chance to know his father, you know?
Thanks for the share. A true talent
I agree. Glad you enjoyed it!
Valerie ~ totally off subject….but could you contact me via e-mail when you get a chance. Thanks!
psblaxton@att.net
sure.
Thanks, Valerie….got and responded 😉