Light at the End
The Jesus Poems
Lyn Lifshin
Clevis Hook Press 2008
ISBN 978-9821718-0-6
$12.95
Review by Irene Koronas
wow. this book of poems took me by surprise. I read through a few times
before I let go of my own attitude of what was being written, once I let
go did I found a sardonic collection of situations, a continual jab at
the preverbal relationships women and men sometimes have. Lifshin cuts
open all the wounds and images of how the sexes may act on occasion. there
are: the younger than mary episodes, jesus running buck shot over innocence
and innocence growing bitter. jesus represents some men:
“…some how there’d always been some
woman who found him divine
I did, for longer than many
marriages last. when opened
to him, the most ordinary
days seemed magical. blood
on our shin…”
there is enough irreverence between these sheets, pages, to feed all
the readers who enjoy punk rock or hippie flowers. if the poems were set
to music people might throw themselves into or onto the audience with
reassurance of being caught, carried up and out:
“…me bareback, our lips and kisses reins
‘I’ve touched your perfect body,’ he sang better
than Leonard Cohen himself and in his passion,
yelped yippy I o and I squealed oh Jesus
and Christ and Lord until I was hoarse.”
it takes a few readings for me to place jesus as a Spanish lover or all
the lovers or all the men the author can conjure but when I place the
poems in perspective I start to laugh.
the poems are clever, interesting, and not charming. Lifshin ‘pulls
off’ another book of difference. the reader will ride a stormy night
or a bright blinding morning after…:
“I don’t care if it rains or freezes
as long as I’ve got my plastic Jesus”
he has risen to
walk—where the
hell has he been,
what’s happened,
our nation has turned
its back on Jesus
lost its way
sideshow suckers,
heathens killing
babies, presidents
with their pants
around their ankles
I’m on the road
that leads to Jesus
send 50 dollars to
my 800 number and
get yourself a
good road map
poet preacher Lifshin, like a sharp shooter who can hit a nickel dead
center from 10 miles away, nails it.
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