Cheyenne Line [Paperback]

J. V. Brummels (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: March 1, 2001

Winside, Nebraska rancher and Wayne State College English and Creative Writing teacher J.V.Brummel's new book of poems, Cheyenne Line is a poetry hat trick: not a word out of place, no baloney, no solipsistic search for self or meaning or some undefined thing in academia we find in so much poetry these days. Brummels' throws are true: the cuts, clips, and brands each poem distinctly as a J.V. Brummels poem. Nobody's going to get these poems mixed up in the herd. Cheyenne Line and other poems is a powerful achievement by this gifted writer in mid-career.--from the cover

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Brummels' throws are true: he cuts, clips and brands each poem distinctly as a J.V. Brummels poem. -- The Backwaters Press

About the Author

Winside, NE rancher and Wayne State College (Nebraska) English and Creative Writing teacher, J.V. Brummels holds a MFA from Syracuse University in New York. He has published a previous book of poems, Sunday's Child (Basfal Books) and a futuristic novel Deus ex Machina (Bantam Books) about a poet's place at the end of the world, as well as two fine letterpress editions 614 Pearl (Abbatoir Editions) and Clay Hills, (Nosila Press). His poetry has been anthologized in On Common Ground from Sandhills press. His poetry, fiction and essays have been widely published in literary magazines such as Prairie Schooner, Rolling Stone, Puerto Del Sol and Chariton Review.

Product Details

• Paperback: 88 pages
• Publisher: The Backwaters Press (March 1, 2001)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0967714931
• ISBN-13: 978-0967714936
• Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.5 x 0.2 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #4,615,765 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Midwest Book Review - poems full of heart and marrow, June 17, 2003

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Laurel Johnson (Kansas USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Cheyenne Line (Paperback)

J.V. Brummels is a family man who raises cattle and horses on a ranch, teaches English and Creative Writing at Wayne State University, and somehow finds time to write poetry and novels. Every aspect of his life can be found in Cheyenne Line. These are the keen-eyed observations of an educated man who has also been sanded down by prairie winds. His words are full of heart and marrow, crafted so plainly that you won't have to wonder at their meaning.

"Golden" holds the essence of his genesis.
Mama was a beauty - still is.
And Daddy was a G.I. Joe,
a dog face so country-fried
they called him Broomcorn,
the only nickname he ever earned.

"Plain" sets forth the author's past, present, and future sense of place.
We prosper and we fail.
Sun and rain.
Hail and hoppers
and drought and flood.
Good years we fatten
on the produce of our fields.
Bad years, we cast
our wind-burned sight
down lines scratched
in the dirt....

I was surprised by what I found in Brummel's poems. "Krei" was his touching tribute to a childhood teacher and what it meant to be an educator in the past. Life's truths were discovered and shared while playing cards and mendng fences. "Running with Dogs" and "Teaching the Dawn" revealed a man and his solitary musings. Humor and honor, doing one's best, questioning life, all played a part. I saved my favorite for last. "Dead Men's Fences".
For all my children's lives I've built a herd,
and no one builds without taking, from an Indian
or some other stranger, at best from some ghost
who can only wander his land as a shade,
his herd and tribe dispersed. It seems
all my life I've mended dead men's fences.

J.V. Brummels takes the measure of himself as man and poet in few words, skillfully.

3.0 out of 5 stars Awesome Concepts, Cold Language, May 28, 2009

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Kevin L. Nenstiel "omnivore" (Kearney, Nebraska) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Cheyenne Line (Paperback)

J.V. Brummels is called a "cowboy poet," and that may not be unfair. He writes about working the land, riding herd, small towns, and his love of Nebraska ranchland. But he avoids many cowverse stereotypes. He uses vernacular free verse, eschewing sentimental rhymes and too-cute quatrains. He uses snappy imagery and smart, vernacular idioms. Yet somehow, there's something about this book that leaves me cold.

Cowverse is a very conformist community, and Brummels boldly ducks its most derivative shortcomings. When he writes about playing cards on a winter midnight in the bunkhouse, or buying tack in a dying prairie town, he's not glorifying himself or his world. I get the sense that he knows the world he describes is disappearing. He neither mourns nor exalts, he simply describes his world as it is.

Based solely on his imagery, Brummels may be one of the most forthright, powerful, incisive poets to come out of Nebraska. But imagery is only half of poetry. His language is very functional. Reading his work, I get the feeling that he sees words entirely as units of meaning, not as units of sound. The result is poetry that feels very prose-like. Consider this representative sample, from "Letter to New York," page 27:

Those big storms on the news brought you to mind.
The weather on the wide side of the Big River
is seldom reported, except locally, and here
it's hardly news. All last summer we flirted
with record highs set in the dirtiest years
of the thirties without breaking a single one.

If I read this work in a workshop setting, I'd tell Brummels to avoid dense concentrations of small function words like "is," "and," and "the." I'd tell him that phrases like "the wide side of the Big River" are too cute and clichéd, like refugees from a country-and-western B-side. I'd tell him that punctuation should be kept to a minimum so the language, not the writer, determines the form of the verse. I could go on, but you get my point.

Brummels constructs moving, insightful images, and leads the reader from examinations of the everyday, up through layers of metaphysical meaning, and back to the world, but trailing clouds of cowverse glory. In terms of meaning, I really like what he does with words. But in terms of the potential of language, he falls short, and the pieces read like short personal essays chopped into lines, almost at random.

So perhaps we can call Brummels a mixed bag. Some people may place more weight on meaning, and will like these poems more than me. But those of us who see poetry as a confluence of meaning and music are likely to be disappointed.