Showing posts with label Glen Armstrong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glen Armstrong. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2021

GAS Featured Poet: Glen Armstrong

 


Glen Armstrong (he/him) holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters. He has three current books of poems: Invisible HistoriesThe New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry NorthwestConduit, and The Cream City Review.

 


Year of the Sea Monkey CLI

 

 

Body postpones head. 

Today is about late summer

and its soft rumble.

 

Head will have to wait.

A second head approaches

cautiously, lips

 

tightening their loops.

This is still about the head.

No one knows the exact

 

moment that the weather

arrives, but it’s late.

It builds slowly and “is

 

what it is” as my sweetheart

says when she’s tired

enough and wants to disengage

 

from a conversation.

Sleep is another season.

Leaves turn color

 

as do the teenagers

necking under the Chinese

restaurant’s neon Buddha. 

 

Sunday, July 4, 2021

MIDSUMMER by Glen Armstrong, reviewed by Joe Kidd

 

In today's modern arena, there are few poets that I have discovered, that can do what Glen Armstrong does with such ease and consistency.  That is, to observe what is normal, even mundane, and present it as an unexplored world.  Glen has a poet's talent that enables him to experience and translate his visions into colorful, surreal actual occurrences.  

This book plays with words.  They become shiny stones.  Armstrong writes in a comfortable and relaxed style.  Nothing to prove.  No ranting, no complaining, no diary entries here.  It's not about him, but it is all him.  We can tell that Glen is fascinated by what he sees, and not uptight about what he does.

What he does a lot of is connect images that are not normally connected.  Things that exist with things that do not exist.  The poems in this book are numbered,  not titled.  That is how it must be.  It would not suit the work to give it a preconceived point.   Example:


XX


the poets and folksingers

who weave their parallel universe

have never heard of you


no naked foot

hastens upon its wings


no face brightens

as your name is rescued from

muddled thoughts


yet you breathe

in and out

warm nothings


owing legend everything


free to slip through windows/bricks

pines/sleepy witnesses


saying nothing

maybe


they dream


staying nimble

saving your kisses for now


These poems are free of constraint, they are short, they are brilliant, they are unique.  Their language is captivating and alien.  The book is filled with lines like this:  


"but that largely imagined membrane/separating the night

from my own unseen depths/is thin"


"information the shadowy trees might have/can be coaxed with a feather"


"expose any aperture/and that other world/starts whispering"


"explosives and bugs/big enough for their own middle/initials"


The front cover of Midsummer is a photo of two empty lounge chairs facing the sea on the sand under a palm tree.  It tells me that Glen is on vacation here, he's got this thing.  After reading Glen Armstrong, I am drawn to the classics.  Yeats, Wilde, Keats, those are the poets who are equipped to follow.  I've been considering this review for a few months, not sure of an approach.  Most likely I have left some important facts out.  All I really want to do here is call on those who read poetry and understand poets, to call on Glen Armstrong.


Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester Michigan.  He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters.  His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, Cream City Review, and many others.


Reviewed by Joe Kidd (www.joekiddandsheilaburke.com)

for GAS: Poetry, Art, & Music