Letter to the Editor —
Mitch Corber responds to Lehman Weichselbaum’s
review of Corber’s Weather’s Feather
Up front, your reviewer, Lehman Weichselbaum, notes the difficulty to “interpret” the language in most of my poems, that a new reader would be mostly baffled by my assault of word clusters.
In his review, though, he does prep the reader to not dismiss my work for its seeming obscurity, urging the reader to yes, get the surface music, but also to go further upon second and third reads to soak up more “meaning” each time….like how one reads big names such as Thomas, Stevens, Hopkins, over many times to glean more meaning.
Mr. Weichselbaum doesn’t seem to get past the theme of impenetrability, and neglects the inherent comic/slapstick element of my word juxtapositions (at times a kind of Keystone Kops romp).
Yet he does imply through his brisk journalistic style that my poems are bubbling too. I appreciate and am grateful that he praises the music and charge of my work. He nails the idea that words give me joy when I “play with them,” only I disagree that words are my “toy” and that I am but “an overgrown boy.” I have a serious take on all my poems, that they often express the pain of alienation, and in doing so, incorporate a kind of limbo language.