Erinn Batykefer

Erinn Batykefer’s Allegheny, Monongahela may be her first collection of poetry, but it displays a mastery of form and content that underscores the awards and publications listed in the book’s acknowledgements. “Dog Poem” begins the collection with an image of what it means to be a poet: “I’ve been known to drag old bones with me for miles./If I bury them, the only question is how long/ till I’m clawing the ground to feel them under my teeth again.” From there Batykefer launches into explorations of death, love, and identity. While the collection features some more open poetry, Batykefer’s talents shine brightest when working in the formal modes. The sonnets “Red Hills with White Cloud,” “Pittsburgh as Self-Portrait I & II,” and “Haute Couture” demonstrate that the poet is comfortable working within the strictures of the form but also feeling the freedom to stretch the edges of the form to meet the poetic needs of the material. “Allegheny Love Letter” teems with earthy anthropomorphic imagery that sketches not only the many moods of the mighty river but also provides a chilling profile of the kind of love that cannot help but destroy the beloved. The most successful of the free verse works dwells on an extended anatomical metaphor to describe the speaker’s experience with opera—“The palate lifts like a curtain; the skull a dome for resonance.” This is not the only poem to dwell on what is going on under the skin of the body. “X-Ray” describes the portrait produced by the medical device, while “Horizontal Horse’s or Mule’s Skull with Feather” evisions a future “When my face is scoured clean, sun-whitened, / when my vulgar skin has been stripped / from my body.” “Egyptology” outlines the mummification process “because grief requires compartmentalization.” Lest you think that Batyfefer’s collection is nothing but dark tropes, “Heirloom Recipe” provides a touching—not sentimental—tribute to the power of a peach cake to remind us of our history. While Allegheny, Monongahela does have its weak spots, the delights far outweigh them.… (plus d'informations)

Even though I have two degrees in English, I am just not a big poetry fan. While I appreciate the thought and time that went into writing these poems, most of them didn't do much for me. Part of it might be that the first poem just turned me off and set my teeth on edge, so to speak. It was too graphic and too disturbing. If that was Batykefer's intention, then she succeeded, but it made reading the remainder of the book difficult. Other poems were too violent for my taste. Perhaps the title misled me - I am familiar with that part of the country, and I do not find it violent or disturbing. Some of the poems dealing with her sister's anorexia were disturbing enough that I actually thought about sharing them with some of my students, just to discourage them from considering such a thing. Even though the poems didn't always appeal to me, I wish Ms. Batykefer success in her writing career.… (plus d'informations)