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New Poets | Short Books | Volume III

Poetry by

Emily Bobo, Joel Craig, and Amy Lingafelter

Series Editor, Marvin Bell

About the Book

Poetry Anthology  |  ISBN 978-0-9800289-2-8
$16.95 US  |  $18.95 Canada
6 x 9 inches  |  76 pages

Book Cover
Emily Bobo, and series editor Marvin Bell

The lunatics and hacks that have made up our national government for eight years could not keep Americans from singing and dancing, from imagining and pretending, or from making art in numberless ways. And they could not make poetry small. For the poets of any age are not only of their time. They hold hands with the poets of ancient times and of all time since. Poets and other artists have kept alive the life force of nations when it was hidden from the rest of the world. Let it be so again.

—Marvin Bell

Reviews

From The Idaho Librarian, Vol 59, No 2 (2009)
Reviewed by Gloria Ray

Lost Horse Press is a non-profit publisher of literary prose and poetry located near Sandpoint, Idaho. Their New Poets Series is edited by Marvin Bell, the distinguished author of many volumes of poetry and prose, Iowa’s first Poet Laureate, teacher for almost 40 years at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and now on the faculty at Pacific University in Oregon. This third volume in the series features three poets who deserve greater exposure: Emily Bobo, Joel Craig and Jennifer Lingafelter. The three writers chosen for this volume put to work Bell’s introductory comment, “Nothing better illustrates the American character than the individualism inherent in art.” These are poets who, in Bell’s words,“push the envelope to express what matters.”

Emily Bobo introduces her poem, Fugue, with both the term's musical and psychological definitions. Bobo’s fugue is the progress of estrangement between the “recovering musician” and her piano. Bobo evokes empathy for her musician as the voices of musician, piano, mother, teacher and lover interplay, moving the poem to its resolution. But is anything ever completely resolved? The coda reveals a spore searching for “some tangled dysfunction to hold onto or lose itself in.” This Indiana poet’s language is thoughtful and the images resonate with the reader.

The second segment, Shine Tomorrow, is by Iowa-born Chicago resident, Joel Craig, who wishes each poem to “breathe for itself.” His poetry entwines contemporary society and politics with the individual experience. In “Rational Irrational” he illustrates the involvement of the personal with the political through lines such as:

Add what extent do you feel it is justifiable for someone else to control your personal behavior if it contributes to the public benefit? Add I have questions in one pocket & secrets in the other. Add I’ve got nothing to hide.

Craig’s poems also speak of interpersonal and domestic relationships and provide many statements to ponder. His forms are innovative and his poetry full of small surprises.

Amy Lingafelter, a school librarian, contributes the third segment, Return of the Fist. Her nine poems are unique and full of language surprising to the reader, who assumes the commonplace in a phrase before the sly alternative pops into consciousness. Because I read these poems during August harvest time, “The Summer I started Pickling Things” was an immediate favorite. Imagine pickling a Volkswagen, a cell phone or Shame!

I look forward to reading more from these poets, whose lines merit further contemplation and re-reading. This poetry is accessible to all ages and would be enjoyed by teens on up, a good stimulus to one’s personal creativity and a good choice for public libraries. Thanks are due to Lost Horse Press for this series as well as its other publications. Press owner Christine Holbert promotes literary events in Sandpoint and our library especially appreciates her work organizing our local young writer’s workshops.

Gloria Ray is an administrative librarian at the Sandpoint branch of the East Bonner County Public Library District.

Excerpts

from Fugue

She never got Bach right. She couldn’t play Bach angry. She couldn’t play Bach sad.
Those were the two ways she knew how to play.
Once, right after Ruth died, she had made an entire room weep.

—Emily Bobo, “The Recovering Musician Quit the Piano Because”

from Shine Tomorrow

I didn’t know I was suffering from an illness
known as depression. For the first time
in my life, I thought I was seeing the world.

—Joel Craig, “Street Dad”

from Return of the Fist

. . . I am an anthropologist.
I met my lover at the Ultimate Tan.
Don’t listen to me.

—Amy Lingafelter, “Terra Firma”