The poems dealt with the savagery and the debauchery and the fear of the war. After the storm, after the rain stopped pounding, We stood in the doorway watching horses Walk off lazily across the pasture's hill. Since then, one man has tried to be better than the rest, and they use their brains to create weapons. He writes 'I have no excuse for myself' as he stands inert watching the old woman beaten. By the time of the U. . So I can keep on living, So I can stay here beside you, I try to imagine she runs down the road and wings Beat inside her until she rises Above the stinking jungle and her pain Eases, and your pain, and mine.
Many of the poem have less to do with combat and more to do with experiences in the towns, with prostitutes, bar girls, and drugs. But one of us moves towards the man, curious about what he is saying. Yet for Weigl the nearby trees morph into barbed wire and the distant thunder becomes the boom of incendiary blasts. Fire has been around longer than humans. He does not have to - the combination of his first-hand experience in Vietnam and the superb quality of his verse creates a vivid, lasting impact. Images of murder, gore, torture, rape and cruelty real or staged lurk in the legion electronic corners.
Another title implying a ceremony of sorts reveals a much different kind of significance than initially assumed. I was barely in country, the clouds hung like huge flowers, black like her teeth. Girl at the Chu Lai Laundry — This poem focuses on a one-time experience that Bruce has when he leaves his laundry by accident. A few moments later Vietnam was splitted into two sides North Vietnam and South Vietnam. Yet this stands as one of the most important rights we can possess; the right to feel safe within our own minds.
The site is reputable, so the links came fitted with warnings and nothing potentially illegal was allowed. Much of this poetry before the First World War was focused upon the heroism of combatants and the glory of victory or of bravery and endurance in defeat. If the voice feels authentic, then I usually find something that I can appreciate, if not happily absorb. She is also stepping into the next phase of her life. I hate to put it that way, but I hope Weigl is not offended and takes it as a compliment. The wide variety of poetic forms is one highpoint of the work.
This collection of poetry has not lost its urgency and immediacy throughout the years. Him, on a bicycle — This poem describes war action on the Ho Chi Minh trail. Weigl's distinctive voice takes us through the Vietnam War ordeal and the daily reality after the return to the U. It is raw and unapologetic, but at the same time willing to look past some anger directed at both sides and re-humanize the combatants and This is one of the first books of poetry I read on my own, that I found on my own and pulled from the shelf on a whim. The door gunner sees movement, the pilot makes small circles: four men running, carrying rifles, one man on a bicycle.
There are several poems in here that i really like a lot. Weigl served from 1967-1968, and his poetry attests to the experiences he had during this time. It is an angry assertion of the youth and life that was spent in Vietnam with such vast prodigality, as though youth and life were infinite. I cut someone with it. Poetry such as Bruce Weigl's has the capacity to provide solace and a sense of camaraderie for those who experienced the intensity of fighting in a war.
Ever since the creation of the sling, spear, and bow and arrow, men have discovered ways to be better than their opponent. Unfortunately, numerous familiar faces seem to disappear into the trenches. This loving mother is creating her experience of the celebration based on the cold hard truth. I see familiar faces all around me dodging the explosives illuminating the air like lightning. I remember reading the book with tears in my eyes.
I had to put it down on numerous occasions because of how powerful it was, taking me right into my own war experiences, and ultimately I couldn't help but be moved to tears. Give this book to someone you love. I like a certain cartoon of wounds. He is interpreting his illusion. I understood every line, every turn of phrase and nuance. This illness can happen within 3 months to years after the unpleasant event. But still the branches are wire And thunder is the pounding mortar, Still I close my eyes and see the girl Running from her village, napalm Stuck to her dress like jelly, Her hands reaching for the no one Who waits in waves of heat before her.
A few years back I spent an hour exploring a forum thread devoted to this topic. A few years back I spent an hour exploring a forum thread devoted to this topic. I don't usually like free-form poetry very much, but occasionally I am swayed by certain poems whether I want to be or not. I have no idea how it happened. The site is reputable, so the links came fitted with warnings and nothing potentially illegal was allowed. This perhaps was the thinking necessary to alleviate the negative feelings he may have experienced during the war. This background is especially strong in the darker images he presents of men in combat, in conflict, and in death.