God Must Be a Boogie Man - Klepsch, Nancy
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Klepsch's poems are wild, experiential, but stick with the themes that wriggle and writhe through all the chambers of the human heart -- loss, God, fear, death -- on their way to slamming against the good, the bad and the stupid of technology and modernity in forms that will keep you delighted for the whole ride."Gratitude, gut gratitude. Poet Nancy Klepsch knows it because grief "still scrapes the/ soft palate [her] mouth / sews raw skin onto [her] teeth." From injury arises a poetic voice full of zing and verve. Klepsch's rants are a rush of full generosity: "I am stir-frying joy / How much…mehr

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Klepsch's poems are wild, experiential, but stick with the themes that wriggle and writhe through all the chambers of the human heart -- loss, God, fear, death -- on their way to slamming against the good, the bad and the stupid of technology and modernity in forms that will keep you delighted for the whole ride."Gratitude, gut gratitude. Poet Nancy Klepsch knows it because grief "still scrapes the/ soft palate [her] mouth / sews raw skin onto [her] teeth." From injury arises a poetic voice full of zing and verve. Klepsch's rants are a rush of full generosity: "I am stir-frying joy / How much pleasure can a mouth/ bring to someone ordinary as a dinner." Her humor pokes fun at personal pronouns and big data: "I am still incomplete a recovery agent's small scale discovery that this machine my poor body is a prototype a meme more beautiful and alive than I ever was." But her gut is just. Her blues damn racial violence; her musicality offers an equality: "all of us can stretch arc / kowtow to the catechism / of this river-scape / bob in its tidal / name waves / call the clouds cousin / round light snatch sunset." In a Collar City within the Rust Belt of this Queer Nation, Klepsch creates "bright glimpses" of how "We fight for everyone." Experimental page-poets and spoken word bards will agree: god must be a boogie man is an invigorating read that demands a stage." -- Lori Anderson Moseman"Read these poems when you're hungry, starving, famished - Nancy Klepsch's kitchen is always warm and noisy, always full of fresh basil, pita, sweet potatoes, and spices. Read these poems when you think all might be lost, or you might be going crazy - these poems are full of tender rage and wild sanity. Shaman, musician, passionate warrior, "a brave hard mount/in a hard brave world," the voice in this collection of poems will not be contained, speaks in chants and charts and recipes, documents the history of her city and our times, and the depth and urgency of these revelations, their s
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Nancy Klepsch is a poet and teacher who was born in Brooklyn, NY, and currently lives in Upstate NY. She has been writing poetry since she was in the fourth grade and decided to go to college after watching her mother type envelopes for a penny a piece in the late 60s. She has a bachelor's degree in English from the University of Albany and a master's degree in education from the College of Saint Rose. Klepsch co-hosts the 2nd Sunday at 2 open mic for poetry and prose and is one of the founders of Riverside Community Press. She has been published in many online and print publications, and has exhibited or curated public poetry installations throughout the Capital Region of Upstate NY; some of these installations received grant awards from Breathing Lights, the New York State Council on the Arts via its community-based arts grants program, the City of Troy, NY and the Albany International Airport. god must be a boogie man is her first published book of poems.