Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    New Poems: 2009 to 2014
    New Poems: 2009 to 2014
    New Poems: 2009 to 2014
    Ebook140 pages1 hour

    New Poems: 2009 to 2014

    By Domenick J. Yezzi

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Dom Yezzis only other book of poetry, Collected Poems, was published in 2009 to non-existent critical acclaim. This new hesitant collection delves into amorphous topics no other writer today, or at anytime in the past, has either cared to, or felt the need to, dissect ad nauseam. Neither overly elegant, nor sufficiently catchy, these halting poems seem to be equal parts overactive imagination and unnecessary psychosis and are unlike anything else this critic has ever been tasked with digesting before, including Aunt Bethels Thanksgiving Dinner. The halting rhythm juxtaposes with the accidental rhyme to give the overall impression of an elderly drunk stumbling into a dark alley singing Peg of My Heart with a girl on each arm. The inexplicable references and tenuous leaps in imagery challenge those not properly stoned in preparation for taking this journey. Little else can be said that the actual poetry itself doesnt relate either explicitly or by innuendo. We await his next collection with battened-down breaths.

    The East Hobroken Sentinel of Criticism
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateJan 23, 2015
    ISBN9781503536043
    New Poems: 2009 to 2014
    Author

    Domenick J. Yezzi

    Dom Yezzi grew up in New York City and has been writing poetry since high school. This effectively kept girls at bay but if one ventured near, reciting a few verses proved to be an effective antidote. In his formative years, people would look at him strangely when he would be reading poetry on the bus on train. For the most part, his poetic career was effectively stifled by work and raising a family. Now that these concerns are behind him, there’s no barrier to protect the world from his ruminations.

    Related to New Poems

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Table Talk

      Sep 1, 2023

      Table Talk
      10 min read

    • Article

      Woman About Town

      Jul 28, 2022

      Woman About Town
      5 min read

    • Article

      Lost And Found

      Dec 5, 2021

      Lost And Found
      9 min read

    • Article

      A Year in Reading: Tim Lane

      Dec 8, 2021

      We stopped at the Topaz Internment Camp, where my wife’s family was held during World War II, near the tiny town of Delta, Utah. We found the apocalyptic remnants of one of our country’s great shames. The post A Year in Reading: Tim Lane appeared fi

      7 min read

    • Article

      The Idiots

      Feb 26, 2021

      The Idiots
      18 min read

    • Article

      My Funny, Angry Dad

      Mar 19, 2022

      My Funny, Angry Dad
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Quiet Dark

      Mar 1, 2023

      The Quiet Dark
      7 min read

    • Article

      Lockdown Stories

      Nov 13, 2020

      Lockdown Stories
      6 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      Jul 1, 2020

      The purpose of being alive is to carry a sequence of code.And so, being adopted, I’m part of a plot, a sleeper cellin enemy territory, quietly working against the systemfrom within. It’s fall, I’m on an ancestry website signing up for a DNA kit,becau

      4 min read

    • Article

      Right Royal Madness

      Feb 9, 2022

      Taking up the latest fashion in one’s fifties is ill advised, but sometimes one just can’t help oneself. So it was when I was inadvertently catapulted into the ranks of the ultratrendy last year, diagnosed as mentally ill. Bipolar, to be precise. It

      3 min read

    • Article

      Ready, Set, Let go!

      May 15, 2019

      Ready, Set, Let go!
      11 min read

    • Article

      The Eternal Adventure

      Jun 29, 2021

      The Eternal Adventure
      4 min read

    • Article

      Becoming Us

      Jun 23, 2023

      Becoming Us
      3 min read

    • Article

      Adults Beware: On the Wisdom of the Goosebumps Books

      May 15, 2018

      R.L. Stine’s horror adventures for kids, Goosebumps, are apparently the second best selling book series in history, right behind the exploits of the world’s most famous wizard. As a lifelong Goosebumps fan, I find this endlessly puzzling. It is

      6 min read

    • Article

      Woman About Town

      Mar 30, 2023

      I AM LEARNING TO DRIVE.The most remarkable thing about this is that I’ve managed to get so far through adult life without doing it already — particularly given that I grew up in a village where buses were mythical beasts, to be summoned with sacrific

      3 min read

    • Article

      A Letter to My Sons

      Sep 25, 2019

      A Letter to My Sons
      7 min read

    • Article

      From Beyond the Grave: Interviews with Dead Authors

      Jul 26, 2019

      Agatha Christie, Emily Dickinson, Ernest Hemingway, and Oscar Wilde on the secrets they kept and what they think of life in 2019. The post From Beyond the Grave: Interviews with Dead Authors appeared first on The Millions.

      6 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2020

      Pallets of bottled water on the back porchwere one evidence of apocalypseor the demise of the way of thingsor lazily written computer code backin the 80s, when I was a boyand the nightly news was just about all the doomwe had stomachs for, whenwere t

      3 min read

    • Article

      Deep Impact

      May 31, 2020

      Deep Impact
      9 min read

    • Article

      Lucy Corin Picks Up Where Virginia Woolf Left Off

      Apr 14, 2022

      The episodes of The Swank Hotel are weird because the world is weird. And the world is even weirder when the person you love most on earth might be dead but you still have to go to work. The post Lucy Corin Picks Up Where Virginia Woolf Left Off appe

      10 min read

    • Article

      Sacred Trash: How to Dismantle a Library

      May 23, 2019

      We yield to our directive. We kill, destroy. We throw out the Jewish canon. The post Sacred Trash: How to Dismantle a Library appeared first on The Millions.

      8 min read

    • Article

      Above Santa Cruz

      Jul 2, 2019

      Above Santa Cruz
      5 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for New Poems

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      New Poems - Domenick J. Yezzi

      AT THE BOTANICAL GARDENS

      At the botanical gardens

      I framed in my mind

      the perfect picture of you,

      inspired by the exotic plants,

      and had you pose

      in front of their showy display

      moving about and focusing

      to get the perfect angle.

      But when I printed the picture

      the exotics disappeared

      behind your breathtaking, beaming smile

      and loving, laughing eyes.

      Only then did I recognize

      how unfocused

      my original framing had been.

      How I wish that smile were permanently on your face

      so a frown I would never have the need to erase.

      BASEMENT FASCINATIONS

      My grandparents’ basements held fascinations.

      On my mother’s side, the basement of paneled walls

      had recessed latches that lead to hidden storage

      of carefully sealed and marked boxes full of memories.

      (But the memories were theirs, not anyone else’s,

      so when they were opened later, the memories escaped

      like ghosts in a Casper cartoon.)

      When I scanned the slides in to make a DVD

      the images looked faded, pale brown and upset

      that I had disturbed their slumbering peace.

      The large, old furnace in the laundry room

      had a life apart, burping, hissing,

      demanding my grandfather’s flashlighted attention

      when it was thirsty. And the toilet in the closet

      somehow flushed, even being below ground

      and the special nightly retreat for my grandfather

      and his newspaper.

      The boogey man hid down there in the dark,

      waiting until nightfall,

      when he would come out to climb the tree next to the driveway

      ready to pounce on me should I pass by.

      He had a back full of embedded knives

      that didn’t seem to bother him in the least.

      When the time came, Maryanne and I would dance down there

      to Harry Bellefonte singing Matilda.

      On my father’s side, the basement was a work of art.

      The main room was large, finished and un-interesting.

      The closets held huge portraits of ancient ancestors

      guessed-at, who gained notoriety

      as more and more knowledge of them was lost.

      Above the workbench

      was the Betty Grable bathing suit pinup from The War;

      even I was fascinated how women can be attractive

      regardless of the fashion you foist on them:

      Burka or Nun’s Habit, anyone?

      The storage rooms around the furnace sported glass blocks;

      my Uncle Lou’s war souvenirs were stored in one.

      Thank god time and comic books made them more acceptable.

      But the most important room in the basement

      was the kitchen and pantry

      with the table where my grandmother would

      roll out the ravioli for the holidays.

      She had a stature just slightly below Father McNulty,

      although they both could hold their wine.

      More about her another time.

      What had they thought when they designed these subterranean worlds?

      They became a playground for me, my cousins and The Girls.

      BLUE-DRAPED SURGEON

      Blue-draped Surgeon:

      You wish eagerly to cut me open

      to understand the parts of me that aren’t like yours.

      But specimens die even when cleverly butchered:

      the segments preserved in examination jars;

      the connections severed, the whole lost.

      And what will you do with the jars begging for

      a specimen when your scalpel finds all that’s left

      are packing crate peanuts that cling to you

      no matter how many times you shake them off?

      But I can tell you that my ignorance runs deep.

      How high can I leap from the low plateau

      of my effortless upbringing?

      The immigrants brought us knowledge and diversity;

      Elvis was Italian, right?

      As drippings from the frying pan

      are only so useful,

      limited intelligence ably deployed,

      gives the impression of greater heights,

      like a handyman who grasps the situation

      without knowing the schooled solution,

      but rigs a solution of his own that works for a while.

      Technology has taken all the decisions out of my life;

      I need not turn a crucial eye.

      I snap all the pictures I want,

      it no longer costs a cent.

      Something will come of it.

      And I can also tell you that

      my stage isn’t wide,

      nor my audience large,

      but the adoration of a few,

      rather than the curiosity of the many,

      is more than sufficient for my well-being.

      Spider webs are strong traps it’s true

      but they make beautiful bridges,

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1