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Eleanor Lerman's Strange Life
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Carol Smallwood November 2014


Eleanor Lerman's Strange Life

    The collection of 57 free verse poems varying in length is divided into 20 poems in Metaphysics, 13 poems in The Politics of Resistance, 24 poems in The Future Looms. The font is clear, the 3 parts divided by blank pages; the cover of a highway devoid of people or buildings with cloud patterns suits the mood of the poems that do not deal with the usual topics of love and loss but the nature of time.
    The first poem sets the tone of the collection with: “Yes, it’s a strange life /But wait. It’s getting stranger still”
    Lerman doesn’t use periods but the reader knows a new sentence has begun by the capital letters. Her use of simple words underlies the complexity of her thoughts, subtle mood changes which make her poems a pleasure to read. Her delicate use of color and understatements underscores the illusiveness of human experiences with time.
    Brevity is echoed in: “How brief a day: these glowing minutes /braceleting the hours, the hours like/ a skin, a skein, thinning into memory”
    The poet’s glimpses of a creator include: “God is …where He is when He wants to be; except when /He is not”; another concept is the deity: “The ancient, double-hearted god, Horus, “holding a grudge”
    About humans being at ease when living: “The truth is that we’ve run out/of all the easy stuff and as a consequence, /your’re going to be restless from here on out” And: “Whoever is running this place has a cruel streak”
    The poems have a delightful sense of wondering what is real—if our brain is really reliable, and questions the durability of relationships and the parts we are assigned. Her familiarity with constellations is shown by coining the Crab Nebula as ”the one with the beady eyes and bad intentions”. The classical gods such as Endymion and Horus, seem to be the poet’s close acquaintances.
    Time is echoed again and again in her work: the brevity of our lives, the mysterious appearances that time marks in our spans, the importance of the sun, moon, dawn and dusk, as rivers run, wheels turn. In the poem, The Girl of the Lonely Horizons, the girl: “finds a bureau full of stars /leftovers, probably, that can be /used to fill in empty spaces”.
    Lerman’s search for unity, meaning, becoming, and order is breathtaking in its reaches. We join her in this universal quest and rejoice when there are closures or glimpses of understanding. The poet uses the pronouns you, she, we, and not I; her poems reminds one of the definition of poetry by Octavio Paz: “Poetry is not what words say but what is said between them, that which appears fleetingly in pauses and silences.”
    The settings have a rural ease with nature, use ordinary and everyday events; explorations often are during the middle of the night such as wondering about an afterlife. It would have been an extra enjoyment to have had some of the poems yearning for answers in such forms as the villanelle, triolet, or the pantoum. Lerman is an important award winning poet who shows us that it is the common place that grants glimpses of the mystery of living— truth that lies just beyond the human vision and brain.

(Strange Life, Eleanor Lerman, copyright 2014 Mayapple Press,, 86 pages, ISBN: 978-1-936419-35-7; paperback, $15.95)

(this review previously appeared in Story Circle Book Reviews, July 2014)

copyright 2014 Carol Smallwood


Carol Smallwood

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    Carol Smallwood’s most recent poetry collection is In the Measuring (Shanti Arts, 2018). A recipient of the Albert Nelson Marquis Lifetime Achievement Award, she’s founded, supports humane societies.