His presence, persistent,
I am the curvy wall
under blankets, pressed to black,
but how
these swollen bruises.
He says
I’m his tough little girl
his half-baked boy
his meat
(c) Rob Goldstein 5/5/1993-02/28/2019
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#Bookreview – Versions of the self by Christy Birmingham (Poetry)
This is a well crafted review by Robbie Cheadle with congratulations to Christy Birmingham!
What Amazon says
Imagine a shift to the way you see the world that arises through poetic narration.
Imagine the world, at its base level, is a collection of selves. These selves collide, disperse, intermingle, and share themselves in lines of free verse. Such is the premise of Versions of the Self, poetry that assumes multiple types of selves exist and relate in ways that alter them. Each of the eight chapters looks at a different type of self, including the singular “I” and romantic interactions. These unique 80 poems definitely color themselves outside of the lines.
My review
Versions of the self is quite an extraordinary book of poetry. The poet, Christy Birmingham, has a very unique style of writing which I found very intriguing. I also thought this style worked exceptionally well for the content of this book which is all about different versions of self. It imitates…
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Meat
One memory, quite obstinate;
Tossed to a curvy bed
sad bruises
And-yes, she insisted we
‘meet’
saying, “You’re a “tough little girl,
you
half-baked boy.”
<c> Robert Goldstein 5/5/93-6/22/2018
A Flight of Ideas: Secret Obscenities
My life ended and sent me into crisis.
An arm around my shoulder, a doctor gives counsel:
He says, if I take my pills, I will forget my grief, I will be happy.
He says, the Lord is in my heart, if I search it, I’ll find him, he’ll
save me.
He says, if I climb the right steps, I’ll be normal, if I talk about it:
this grief I can’t mention.
My lies are those of one who doesn’t trust, and so I fear
that unless the lying stops, I will —
Become the prank who attends his own funeral, mingling
with the mourners, and whispering secret obscenities.
(c)text Rob Goldstein 1984, image Rob Goldstein 2017
