Sunday, 25 May 2014
Return of the Bride of Frankenstein -- Steve Klepetar
It was announced a long time ago, and I was eager to see how Steve would develop the theme shelled inside the title.
I knew from the start that Steve would smartly-chisel and polish with craft his poetry; it always drives the reader to the most amazing scenes and visions.
Indeed, unlike one of the poems' title would make us think "I Have Tried to Speak of Nothing" Steve is fit and able in his art, and has a lot more to say, or write as it matters.
His Bride takes us by the hand and drives us towards dark, self-challenging corridors. Why be? Who made us? What for? Have fun on our fate, laugh at seeing us stumble, fall, doubt, and decay?
The poet is -- we are -- here nonetheless. So, he has to do with it, which doesn't prevent him from interrogations, questioning his existence, or that of the environment and the other creatures dwelling here.
The wind, cold, icy winds I imagine blowing in the northern part of the USA, the ghosts from the past, whether they are memories of things gone, or people, are haunting, tantalizing the poet, but harassing him most of the time -- they won't let go of him. A father, a brother, jelly-fish that look like ghouls.
There's the Bride herself of course, wondering where she comes from, prior to her assemblage, her creation, and she returns, full of love, in the eyes of her Promethean creator.
Steve knows how to give life to his poetry, for this I want to thank him, and advise you all out there to read his work.
Barometric Pressures: Return of the Bride of Frankenstein -- Steve Klepetar
Steve Klepetar, whose work has appeared widely, has received several
nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His book Speaking
to the Field Mice has just been published by Sweatshoppe Publications.