Loren Kleinman's poetry is staring you dead in the face and daring you to blink. Not much so stark, has ever dared to be so cleanly beautiful - the lines crisp, the silences their own loud singing. Nothing lets you look away; lets you be left alone.
Loren Kleinman's poetry is staring you dead in the face and daring you to blink. Not much so stark, has ever dared to be so cleanly beautiful - the lines crisp, the silences their own loud singing. Nothing lets you look away; lets you be left alone.
Loren Kleinman’s poems in The Dark Cave Between My Ribs are explorations of love and loss, longing and passion. Kleinman peels away at the scrim we try to hide behind so we don’t see our own scars or the scars we have inflicted on the world. Her universe is filled with images of the terrible atrocities of concentration camps as well as the one-on-one betrayal of rape. The poet struggles are often rendered in nightmare landscapes which she runs through in order to reach some semblance of safety and peace. This book is an amazing achievement.
Loren Kleinman’s The Dark Cave Between My Ribs is as much a keening behind the destructive nature of assault and addiction as it is an instruction for survival itself. These poems build a raw and unflinching collection that travels across the individual lens to the unspeakable human wreckage of Nazi Death Squads in Lithuania. The speaker in these poems refuses to dodge grief, to look away. Instead, she proclaims: “Somehow, I’ll know what to do. /touch the skin of this world. /Peel it back.” It is in this stark and brave examination of the physical world that Kleinman reveals a necessary truth for us all.
These poems are an intimate look into the heart written with such power. The Dark Cave Between My Ribs is beautiful, sad, intense and will grab the reader and not let go. Loren Kleinman’s poems capture the dark side of things that happen in life but yet, show such courage in the writing. “I’m broken winged, a fallen bird on the road” can sum up many of these poems, but that bird survives, rises up and flies.
Every now and then fate introduces me to a poet whose poetic work captures my attention. Such is the case with regard to poet Loren Kleinman and her new collection of poetry entitled The Dark Cave Between My Ribs. In a world where there is a plethora of published prose poetry, this collection stands out in my mind. I say so because beginning with the first poem, the collection gathers strength, as if a tea kettle filled with water gathering steam. Once the whistle blows, you know you have water ready for tea. Metaphorically speaking, I found this to be true with regard to The Dark Cave Between My Ribs. I find clever her placement of poems in numeric sections. This is smart given the topic areas covered by the collection, wherein she addresses the alcoholism of her mother, matters of rape, the frustration found in discovering true love, and the horrors experienced by Jews during World War II. It would seem to me that poet Kleinman is working through some deeply internalized matters of human concern with this work. I would suggest using the prose form for structure well suits this pursuit. I found the read easy, and enabled me to quickly grasp the profundity of the collection’s message. Which brings me to the poem I consider my favorite. They Want You to Believe it Never Happened in the Ponary Forest tears my heart out for the sheer insanity engulfing the loss of life of more than 100,000 Jews, and the poetic brilliance this piece speaks to that atrocity. Subsequent poems in the collection dealing with same subject-matter stir my soul to immense sadness. I am confident readers of this work will walk away having been emotionally impacted by this collection. More importantly, it feels like it has award-winning quality. That is my hope for this powerful work of poetry by poet Loren Kleinman.
In this beautiful collection, Loren Kleinman writes about longing and loving, touch and loss, truth, absence, and ultimately, the soul. The poems are moving, the sentiment naked, and the language irresistible. I'm grateful to have been invited to into this writer's mind and heart and world.