Denise R. Weuve

Ink Damage and Other Permanent Stains

Archive for the tag “Bag of Mice”

Day 13 ~ Nick Flynn

From Nick Flynn's website

From Nick Flynn’s website

Why do I love Nick Flynn? Blame Cathy Smith Bowers. She read a poem of his in class, and well, it became my favorite poem for a good 3 months. I read it to strangers, to friends, and my own students. My poor students, who already question my state of mind, had a stronger reason when I taught “Bag of Mice”. This poem is heart wrenching and I have actually seen visual interpretations of this poem, in a graphic novel, that made it all the sadder. Recently I have included this poem in workshops that I teach outside of the high school environment.

Obviously there is more to like about Nick Flynn’s work than simply that one poem, and from his memoirs to his books of poems there is a stark realism that is refreshing. His poems mix a current political situation, his personal history, and the magic of our confused world, most obviously in “Haiku (failed)” which is anything but a haiku.

There are plenty of chances to see Nick Flynn, he travels quite a bit, and with his new book of poems My Feelings which should have premiered (unofficially) last weekend at AWP, he will be promoting. Earlier this month I spotlighted Brendan Constantine, who will be at Sarah Lawrence the weekend of April 25th for The Poetry Festival. So all you lucky readers in New York, quite a few of the poets I am spotlighting will be heading your way. I wish I were you . . . .

 

This poem appeared in the Boston Review

Forgetting Something

Try this—close / your eyes. No, wait, when—if—we see each other / again the first thing we should do is close our eyes—no, / first we should tie our hands to something / solid—bedpost, doorknob—otherwise they (wild birds) / might startle us / awake. Are we forgetting something? What about that / warehouse, the one beside the airport, that room / of black boxes, a man in each box? I hear / if you bring this one into the light he will not stop / crying, if you show this one a photo of his son / his eyes go dead. Turn up / the heat, turn up the song. First thing we should do / if we see each other again is to make / a cage of our bodies—inside we can place / whatever still shines.

 

And from Youtube.com Nick himself reading.

Post Navigation