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Guest Reviewer: Jane Freese
Abyssinia, Jill Rush poems by David Herrle Herrle’s poetry swims through feelings and memories of a girl from his childhood, the merciless ticking of watches, hair that flows and grows, failure, tears, death, the bustle of cities, silent paintings, the shadows of classic movie stars, laughter — and rain. Abyssinia, Jill Rush is a collection of 86 poems divided into three sections. “Self-Centered” is the title of the first section. Poets are often accused of being self-absorbed, navel contemplating narcissists. Herrle accepts and even pokes fun at this indictment. By indulging in his own self-importance he challenges readers to deny…
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On Buster Keaton
View Buster Keaton Tribute I can’t say when it happened but it did. We were both won over. Over the months, after introducing Jane to Keaton’s “The General” which she enjoyed immensely, laughing heartedly at Keaton’s athleticism and overall kineticism, we began to explore his other films. By the way, no one in movie history could run as fast as he through traffic; in fact, he is filmdom’s eminent runner. In fact, this essay was roughly drafted about a week before I write my general blog, for it was pressing on me. Here I don’t intend to load these paragraphs with citations…
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Waiting for Messages from the Unconscious
I am sitting here, waiting, registering myself, thinking, wondering what will ooze forth. Lately I’ve been having the uncomfortable sense that many of my stories sent to online literary editors, probably from ages 25 to 45, may not relate to the kind of stories I write. It is a false fear, I know, because the bones of a good story cross over generations. I have come to that remarkable point in my life in which I am seemingly superannuated. Here I am with all kinds of skills and talents which are “worthless” in this society, grounded in capitalism and the values thereof. Jane’s…
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The Expedited Age (copyright pending)
Cameras have played a minuscule part of my life, but they have held my interest as a father and individual over the decades. I wrote an extendeded essay, “Cameras as Remembrances of Things Past,” which can be read on Subtletea.com, David Herrle, editor. It spoke of the cameras I’ve had as a child and an adult and what pictures I’ve taken with them — a Kodak Bantam made in the forties; an inexpensive throwaway camera by Canon which eventually fell apart as I could not afford a better instrument; a manual Pentax K1000 which taught me a great deal about depth…