Poems by Kevin Brown. Reviewed by David Chorlton.
Abecedarium, by Kevin Brown, 2011,
Finishing Line Press, 28 pp., paper, $14, ISBN 1-59924-728-3 / ISBN
978-1-59924-728-1. Reviewed by David Chorlton.
If you ever wondered
about the meaning and correct usage of a word like kakistocracy, Kevin Brown has stepped up to make your life easier.
With this, and twenty-five other rarely used words as a stimulus to his
imagination, the author creates a different kind of chapbook with an obvious
affection for language itself. Kakistocracy is a noun, defined as
government by the worst citizens, and in the poem with this title we
find it as a word we might have heard more often on the media news. It begins:
We do not fight; we filibuster,
delaying
debate and deadening discussion
until
any bill we passed would be
pointless.
But the poem does not simply revel in criticizing political
targets, rather taking a personal turn:
My stump speech was
designed
to woo your swing vote, with
promises of
plenty and a relationship that
would not tax
either of us.
As it works its way through the alphabet, this short
collection provides its author with a format that allows for a range of topics,
sometimes philosophical, sometimes looking back to childhood as in Calenture
(n. – a disease incident to sailors within the tropics, . . .),
where we find Brown and friends hiding "in the wild//grass that washed up on
the shore/of our well-kept backyards.” From the same poem, an example of Kevin
Brown’s finely textured approach to language:
bullies who
battered
our egos as well as our bodies,
nothing more than mizzenmasts
in a maelstrom, or middle-school
romance, rules more complex
than any sailor’s knot, harder
to break, as well.
"Wonderclout” examines the showy but
worthless presence of a star performing in an arena, "Sansculottic” the experience of one
who is clothed inadequately, and "Terriculament” follows as a poem about the planes crashing into
the towers and the aftermath of the day, with its color coded alarms etc., as a
study of what it is to inspire with groundless fear.
An idea like this can easily bring on superficiality, so it
is to Kevin Brown’s credit that each of the 26 poems would work well by any
other title. The chapbook demonstrates a range of interests and cultural
references that add substance to the whole.
Anyone who finds Kevin Brown through this new, short
collection, may also be interested in his 2009 book, Exit Lines, from
Plain View Press (102 pp., paper, $14.95, ISBN 978-1-935514-34-3). The language
here is often plain compared to the newer work, as are many of the situations
that provide a foundation for the poems. "Leftovers,” for instance, begins: "She sits at the kitchen
table/wondering where she can/scrounge supper while//she pays a pile of
bills,/the memory of the man/who most recently left.” But one poem that shows
Brown’s affection for poetry is "Undergraduate
Poetry.” The title might lead us to expect a put-down, and the first
line tells us that "they mangle metaphors,” but the ending says more.
they still
believe that poetry can
change the world.
And so it does.
For them.