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Barbies at Communion: and other poems Paperback – April 15, 2010
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A new zip-lock bag for Christian poetry holding gustiness and bravado. --Diane Glancy, author 'The Reason for Crows'
From Barbies to tea bags and credit cards, from broken pipes to communion wafers and mowing dead grass, Marcus Goodyear moves us through our world. His juxtapositions of the conventionally sacred and profane reveal to us the falsness of our conventions. Where the vision is large, all is sacred. --John Leax, author 'Tabloid News'
Marcus Goodyear's poems reveal a playful mind at work on the stuff of the world. Picking up something ordinary, he tilts it to show its wild friendship with mystery. He reveals Jesus hitching a ride in the back of a truck. He juxtaposes Higgs particles with a carnival. Even his credit card appears miraculous, talking, as it does, to "institutions of numbers." -- Jeanne Murray Walker, author 'New Tracks, Night Falling'
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You're coaching your first boys' soccer game, and you err on the side of bending the rules so the kids can have a little fun.
An old resort hotel is abandoned to collapse in on itself. Or you cut your grass too short and here come the weeds. Or a water pipe breaks in the attic, ruining the stored Christmas decorations. A puppy dies when it catches the motorcycle it's chasing. Two friends build a bookshelf. Deer show up in the negihborhood to eat your plants. Piano practice.
This is the stuff of poetry? This ordinary, everyday living stuff?
In "Barbies at communion: and other poems," poet Marcus Goodyear answers with a resounding yes, because something profound is found in this ordinary living.
We put our Jesus in the attic
after Christmas, buried in boxes
between plastic wreaths and cheap lights.
I rarely think about the idle figure
when I fetch luggage for business trips.
Near the boxes, the space is a maze
of pipes wrapped in thin foam, too thin
for January freezes when water reminds us
who is in charge. So here I am,
my breath like a pillar of cloud.
When the pipes crack, the water sprays.
There is no controlling this flood
and the damage it causes, soaking
through our Christmas, baptizing Santas,
Rudolphs, wreaths and every single Jesus.
Like many of Goodyear's poems, "Epiphany" is full of Biblical allusions, and not only the direct reference to Jesus.Read more ›
Few writers are as profoundly insightful, authentically sensitive or refreshingly honest as Marcus Goodyear is.
I am captivated by his new collection of poems, Barbies at Communion.
From the introduction:
"Poetry is waiting for us just around the corner, in a book on the coffee table, in a phrase from the pulpit, in the way of a dog's tail, in Barbie dolls and quantum physics and vacations and rituals and work and play.
"Wherever we go, poetry is playing hide-and-seek with us. Whenever we sit still enough and quiet enough, we can hear poetry shuffling in its hiding place, trying not to make too much noise."
If you even remotely enjoy poetry, then you will love these poems that peek and poke and play without ever needing to pontificate or preach.
Goodyear's verse repeatedly catches me off-guard as he makes me chuckle, challenges my assumptions and gives me occasion to pause and reflect.
Barbies at Communion belongs squarely at the top of your "Must Read" list.
Through his poetry, he reveals a mind that has a way with the world. Engaged, compassionate, quietly humorous.
I recommend every last poem in this book, but here's one beautiful in its simplicity...
Shed no tears for these empty buildings
around the grass field like a private
forgotten park. They will not feel lonely
next week when a new group arrives
on the wings of petroleum and expectation.
Sometimes emptiness lets us all rest
a bit and take a breath. Throw sticks
for fat dogs who run until their panting
clicks, and they wobble, drunk on fetch,
behind the boy on his way to the river
alone to dangle his feet in clear water
where no one has come today to swim.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Rather weird poems. A little food for thought, but no rhymes.Published 21 months ago by Amazon Customer