john yamrus
Category: poetry books| November 6th, 2008
John Yamrus – New and Selected Poems
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Author: John Yamrus | Genre: Poetry, | Trade Paper | Publisher: Lummox Press (PO Box 5301 San Pedro, CA 90733-5301) | Pages: 138 | 20 EURO incl. shipment cost world-wide | Publishing Date: November 2008
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“Two major qualities prevail in his recent work: economy and punch. No word is unnecessary or out of place; the timing is impeccable; and, most difficult of all, the endings hit just the right balance of summation, revelation, and surprise.” Gerald Locklin
“Yamrus gambles with an all or nothing gesture to make the poem and the language his own. It dances right at the edge where all great poetry dances.” Todd Moore
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BLIND GENIUS AND WILD LUCK: THE POETRY OF JOHN YAMRUS
by Todd Moore
A few years ago a guy who worked off and on at prospecting came to one of my readings and at the end asked me, how come you write poetry when you know there’s no money in it? I gave him my best kiss my ass smile and said, how come you dig for gold in a mountain when you know that no gold is there? The guy said point taken and retreated toward the wine and cheese table where the wine was cheap ripple and the cheese had gone bad.
The trick is you’re not in it for the gold in the mountain. You’re in it for the gold in the poem and there is plenty of gold in a John Yamrus poem. According to one of Yamrus’ bios, he’s been working the line since 1970 and that is just about the same time that I got my start in the poetry game. When I look at a Yamrus poem, I know that I am reading a poem that appears to be almost too simple. And, I am sure that there are twenty something wannabes who glance at his work and say I can do that. Only the thing is most poets can’t do that, young or old. And, the cost for doing that is beyond estimate. Only death can tell you the true cost of a poem.
Yamrus would be the first to admit he has learned from the best. In an earlier essay, I pointed out that Charles Bukowski was almost certainly an influence. And, Gerald Locklin’s poetry has also worked its magic on the Yamrus line. Locklin’s poetry is riddled with a strange lacerating restraint, a feeling of laconic self effacement. In a sense, it operates almost like a lament except for the jazz poems where the idea of jazz momentarily liberates Locklin, takes him to another place, frees him for the existential moment of the intoxicating riff.
The important thing to keep in mind is that Yamrus knows he can never be Charles Bukowski. Nobody can. Bukowski came up from underneath the floorboards of America at a time when most poets wouldn’t even admit that those floorboards were there or that there were denizens who lived down under. Bukowski fought his way out and changed the way that we see things. The impact of Bukowski’s poetry is particularly evident in this Yamrus poem.
Bukowski’s property
this poem
isn’t mine these
thoughts aren’t
mine these
sentences aren’t
mine these
cadences
aren’t
mine these
lines aren’t
mine.
nothing
i do
or think
or write
is mine.
it’s all filtered down
through you
Mr. Bukowski…
and i wish
you’d
come here
and
take it back.
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I need to make a sidebar observation right here. I wish I’d written this poem. Not that I have been directly influenced by Mr. Bukowski because I know I haven’t. I’d like to think that I was his major competition but it’s the kind of thought I’d get after my third highball and my cheeks would get a little warm and my expectations for everything went right through the roof. In my prime drinking days, I knew I could out-write any poet alive and I also knew at the same time that the odds were I was done for.
Other poems I’d wished I’d written are Waiting For The Barbarians by Cavafy, Things I Didn’t Know I loved by Nazim Hikmet, The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara, The Bells Of Cherokee Ponies by d. a. levy, The Gunfighter by Kell Robertson, The Play and Theory Of The Duende by Federico Garcia Lorca which isn’t a poem except that it really is a poem, Mayakovsky’s A Cloud In Pants, and Tony Moffeit’s Luminous Animal. There are also many others, too numerous to mention.
The miracle is that we make do with what we have and by making do, by being honest about Bukowski’s influence on his work, John Yamrus suddenly and with a certain amount of blind genius and wild luck wrote Bukowski’s property which somehow transcends the whole idea of being enslaved to Bukowski’s language. In fact, what Yamrus does in this one simple poem which could almost be spoken in a kind of shaking whisper is that he somehow invented a stripped bare language which is all his own.
At the end of Bukowski’s property, Yamrus writes, it’s all filtered down/through you/Mr. Bukowski…/and i wish/you’d come here/and take it back. By denying his own language, by asking Bukowski to appear and take it all back, Yamrus is gambling with an all or nothing gesture to make the poem and the language his own. Which is why I love this poem so much. It dances right at the edge where all great poetry dances. That’s why this poem belongs in the ranks of poems by Hikmet, O’Hara, Lorca, Mayakovsky, d. a. levy, Tony Moffeit, and Kell Robertson.. Great poetry takes great risks, sometimes at the top of the voice as in the case of Mayakovsky, sometimes quietly as in the case of a Cavafy or a John Yamrus. The poetry of John Yamrus demands more attention.
There is real blood in this man’s work. — Todd Moore
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