Would the collection, Krimko’s second, reward my high expectations? Yes, it would. Overwhelmingly. Clocking in with 35 poems throughout seventy plus pages, “The Sweetness of Herbert” offers the surprise of a poet early in his career who has mastered the modulation of form, phrasing, tone, and most surprisingly, rhyme. Considering the Harry Mathews blurb on the back, one might expect Krimko to be like other New York School descendants. Indeed, many talented poets hail from this aesthetic configuration in Contemporary Poetry Land. What distinguishes Krimko’s poems are their quirky yet formal composure, matched with an overt musicality that’s absent from too many of Ashbery, Koch, and O’Hara’s heirs.
In The Competition, the rhymes slide together like a sharp skate in memorable parallel: “None of it means / a thing. // Give me that ring. / None of it looks like life. / I need a wife.” The entire book relishes in play of this caliber: dexterous and understated (think Seidel minus his Francis Bacon disposition). In one of the strongest pieces collected, A Joyous Hammer of Praise, the rhymes are raised to a pitch of sonic ecstasy that’s rare in “experimental” poetry today. Recalling perhaps the Laforguian mode of young Eliot, Krimko enlists his rhymes to set a scene, dismantle it; establish irony, explode it; and finally, to move us (both down the page as well as into the speaker’s psyche). Rambling coyly through sexual escapades and brand name-touting astronauts, the poem concludes with the speaker suddenly imagining a daughter:
Before I bummed a cigarette.
read my Braille newspaper.
Before I went out into the world
and bought as many knickknacks as I could afford.
Before I offered a prayer
to a Lord.
I would love my daughter
more than my water, she would always come first,
she would be the answer to my thirst.
Stuart Krimko’s “The Sweetness of Herbert” proves he is a poet to watch, and watch closely. His poetry, “ineffably light, intensely serious," is a total delight. Interested readers can find more of Stuart Krimko’s work online here. Watch a video of Krimko reading here.
Adam Fitzgerald is a poetry MFA student at Columbia University’s School of the Arts. His work has appeared in Rain Taxi. He edits Maggy poetry magazine and contributes regularly to TheThe Poetry Blog. He lives in the East Village.