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health insurance and other matters of death
Whether death welcomes your loved one gently into its other kingdom or if it rips you and your family in half, you will be forever changed. My life has been forever changed, sometimes gently, sometimes by being ripped in half. These poems are an attempt to recognize that there is poetry in pain. Hopefully, you will find yourself within these pages and know that poetry can arise out of your pain as well. That is my wish for all who read this book-enjoy.
In his debut collection, health insurance and other matters of death, larry bauer grieves. He grieves for a favorite car beyond repair. He grieves for childhood lost. He grieves for lives lost, souls lost. At the heart of it is the grief of having witnessed the startlingly sudden death of a loved one, and what it means to be the survivor.
These poems are carefully constructed, but because bauer's distinctive style is not complicated or fussy, they are approachable, with language that is familiar but fresh. He is at his best in this collection when he lets his grief speak through him, as in his poem "pure class," an address to the late Stevie Ray Vaughan.
These are poems that dare you to look at them without flinching, written in earnest with an honesty and forth-rightness characteristic of bauer's work.
In reading health insurance I am reminded of the many ways death - and life - can take you by surprise.
Cati Porter, editor of Poemeleon
In his new collection, titled health insurance and other matters of death, larry's poems take a darker turn. Each poem is an evocative mini-story. In one of my favorites, “kelsie,” larry uses the voice of a child and creative punctuation in a brilliant illustration that draws the reader to the center of this heartbreaking poem.
His poem, “golgotha,” about the death of his brother, combines the lyrical with the realistic, for a stunning result, beginning with a surprising, dramatic opening stanza “i will always remember our last supper at taco johns”.
Rachel Iverson, poetry editor of Literary Mama
Comment from a reader:
I have finished reading your booklet of poetry - will I ever finish reading this? In fragmented sentences you have brought chilling visions and feelings. The terror children feel torn from all they know: the numbness from the violence that racks our everyday lives and the sadness of losing a beloved one. Yet there is an amusing poignance in letting go of the first car that we share. Thank you for this insight to a hallowed ground.
Betty Van Diest
From the book:
it has been hard seeing
my niece look like a cross
between a prize fighter
her left eye was swollen
with black and blue; in fact,
the whole left side of her
face was swollen.
the entire left side and top
of her head was shaved;
stitches and staples snaked
from just above her left temple
to the top of her head and
finally, ending in the back
of her skull.
she lay in her neuro-critical
hospital bed drained of all energy,
however, her senses of
hearing, sight and smell
were super sensitive.
she couldn't stand us talking
above a whisper and definitely
preferred my lower voice to
those of my wife, sister-in-law
and jen's friend, all females
and higher pitched.
the slightest squeak of her door
drove her crazy, and even two days
later when her sensitivity lessened,
the sound of a package being opened
was so loud, it was painful.
she was ultra sensitive to light
as well : despite two layers of curtains
were drawn, she preferred us to block
even more light with our bodies
while we visited her.
she described her sense of smell
to be so strong she could identify who
was visiting her by their smell;
she couldn't see us: her left eye
swollen shut with drained
blood and her right too
blind without a contact lens.
she told me that she
knew who her nurse was by
her smell and whether she was
wearing rubber gloves
but her sense of feeling
didn't fare so well,
she couldn't feel everything
equally. she couldn't
get her arm to work
correctly and she couldn't
stand on her leg or
get it to walk like it
i wondered if she would
ever return to the jennifer
i once knew and i studied her,
perhaps searching for an
answer, hopefully unnoticed,
with a bit of scientific
curiosity and with
a bit of horror.
larry bauer is married to an incredible fiction writer, and they have two beautiful children. He has a B.A. in literature, writing, and theatre from Carroll College in Helena, MT. His work has appeared in Poemeleon, Literary Mama, Colors, Wild Roses in Spring, Changes of Seasons, and others. The gift of marriage and fatherhood is almost beyond poetic, but occasionally he tries to capture it on paper. You may reach him by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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