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Brian Brodeur’s “The Body”

September 12, 2008

Last fall saw the publication of Brian Brodeur’s chapbook So The Night Cannot Go On Without Us, winner of the White Eagle Coffee Store Press Poetry Chapbook Contest, and this fall brings a full-fledged collection, Other Latitudes, winner of the of the 2007 Akron Poetry Prize from the University of Akron Press. The new collection gathers and rearranges some of the best pieces from the chapbook and augments them with newer works — all of it giving a wider readership than ever before to Brodeur’s carefully crafted poems, poems both dense with complexity and, simultaneously, wonderfully accessible.

Writing about the new collection, contest judge Stephen Dunn notes: “Brodeur’s world is one of layers and shadings. His diction is limpid and precise, his ear a fine-tuned instrument for registering nuance. And when he writes about nature, he’s equally adept, employing a vocabulary that does what the best nature writing can do: reinvigorate its subject.”

While Dunn gives some specific focus to nature, what thrills me (a non-poet, a fiction writer even) about Brodeur’s works are the more narrative poems. In addition to being a master of words, of the line, of the image, Brodeur can also tell a fine story — deftly crafting interesting, empathetic characters and constructing short scenes that do just what the best plots should do: keep the reader asking, “And then what happened?” even if the final, important movements are sometimes more interior than action-oriented.

Reprinted here from the new collection — with the permission of the author (for full disclosure, a friend of mine) — is just such a poem.

 

The Body

By Brian Brodeur

 

The whole county heard. Schiappucci and me

found her first out back of the old Shell station

and used a hockey stick to fish her out:

 

a young Hispanic girl, face up, legs splayed,

her hair threaded with bits of yellow grass.

Stabbed, strangled, raped (and, I heard

 

in that order), she must’ve drifted all night

to have ended up so far downstream, miles 

from Rainbow Terrace, where she’d lived.

 

When her brothers came, all seven of them,

to I.D. the body, no one, not even the cops,

had tried to move her. Schiappucci said

 

she worked at the Howard Johnson’s off Quinsig.

He’d seen her — a pretty thing — down Bronzo’s Bar,

Running beers and wings to Keno players.

 

Days later, dozens of those cheap glass candles

with  the Virgin Mary painted on the sides

gathered into a makeshift funeral pyre

 

spewing wax all over the concrete landing 

where they first laid the body out to dry:

tiny flickering points of yellow light

 

you could see burning for weeks. One night,

I headed out with Schiappucci for a drive

and decided to walk down and have a look.

 

We found a break in the woods beside the stream,

groped through the dark toward the candlelight

where two women sat in lawn chairs.

 

Praying with their eyes open, they hunched over

photographs  of the girl at different ages,

and tossed flowers into the smoky water.

 

Schiappucci thought of going down to them.

I thought of the girl’s face the color of wax paper. 

How her eyes stared at the sky, as if it mattered.

 

I couldn’t move, couldn’t say a word

until Schiappucci asked what time it was

and what did we come here for again so late.

 

 

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  1. [...] of a full-length collection of his work, Other Latitudes. (One of the poems from the book, “The Body,” was reprinted here last fall.) Brodeur’s new blog — “How A Poem Happens” — offers conversations [...]



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