Linda Lerner
LINDA LERNER was born and educated in New York City.
Eight collections of her poetry have been published; the most recent,
A KOAN FOR SAMSARA (Ibbetson Street Press, 2003); GREATEST
HITS (1989-2002) Pudding House publications; NO EARTHLY SENSE
GETS IT RIGHT (Lummox Press), Feb.2000, a Pushcart Prize nominee,
2001 (second printing); ANYTIMEBLUES,1999; NEW & SELECTED
POEMS (1998) (Ye Olde Font Shoppe Press, both Small Press Reviews
picks of the month.
Recent publications her poems have or will appear in include THE
NEW YORK QUARTERLY, THE PATTERSON LITERARY REVIEW, ONTHEBUS, THE
LOUISIANA REVIEW, BLACK BEAR REVIEW, SOUTH BOSTON LITERARY REVIEW
(Bullies won its Spring 2002 poetry prize), RAGGED
LION ANTHOLOGY, & BIG HAMMER.
Linda Lerner & Andrew Gettler founded POETS on the
line in 1995, the first poetry anthology available on the Net. (http://www.echonyc.com/~poets)
For Nos. 6&7 (1997/98) the Vietnam Veterans / Poets issue she
received a 1997 Puffin Foundations Grant & Ludwig Vogelstein
Grant. POETS on the line will be kept permanently on the Net, though
it ceased publication with the Millennium issue, (9&10). Her
interview with Hayden Carruth appeared in the 50th issue of THE
NEW YORK QUARTERLY ; one with Robert Peters is in the 51st issue
of CHIRON REVIEW, Summer, 1997. Linda Lerner has reviewed
books for HOME PLANET NEWS, SMALL PRESS REVIEW, CHIRON REVIEW,
BLACK BEAR REVIEW, et al.
In the last few years she has given readings throughout the the
tri state & New England area, (the Knitting Factory in NYC,
Stone Soup Poets in Boston, The Barron Arts Center in N.J.) as well
as in New Mexico, San Francisco (Above Paradise), New Orleans (Maple
Leaf Bar), Colorado (The Penny Lane), Seattle (B&N), & at
the Cherry Valley Arts Festival in 1998, a 30 year tribute to Beat
& Bohemian influence. June (2000) she read at the North Beach
Fair in S.F. & gave several readings in LA, including one at
Beyond Baroque, Chicago (Dole Branch Library, River Oak Arts, Oak
Park, Coffee Chicago, Gourmand Coffee); June 2002 read at Robins
bookstore in Philadelphia & at B&N in Bryn Mawr.
In July, 2003 she read at The Colony in Woodstock; in August she
gave five readings in Boston, including one for Stone Soup Poets,
and two on Cable TV in the Boston area..
She does NOT relate well to authority figures.
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In Soldier Slang
For Andrew
...and i took
the kiss
you wanted...
(Andrew Gettler)
the flash-to-bang time
must be quick,
old soldier of many wars
you knew better than anyone...
first intimation:
coughed out in Pall Mall smoke,
not here not yet...
Thirty years back Vietnam:
my eyes burned holes
thru the jungle,
looking for death, hoping
to see it before
it saw me...*
followed you to California;
you kicked it off
in shivering cold dark
and returned home:
urban street violence
didnt frighten you
or much of anything now,
let down your guard
and it sprang out of
uncorked Bronx nights
almost drowning you in 100 proof years;
dried off over two decades.
You got into the habit of
thinking alive,
comfortable with the concept
of your own mortality
BANG through
your right arm chest
BANG ambush lasted
three chilled days before
you grabbed hold of me
and broke free.
..............................................
How many lovemaking times
did you die in my arms trusting
youd come back and again...
.................................................
The last two years
we homed naked in cyber space
your mind fleshed through
my everyday got me through
each tedious battle
the futility of anyone my
mother
outliving her mind
gave you a way
to speak of it
sparing me us.
..................................................
In all the selfless
selfishness of great love,
I gave you the time I wanted.
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footnote: * Andrew Gettler (letter--March, 2000)
found unresponsive: 7/25/02
5/20/03
named who to call in case of
by a man I barely knew
trying to find another way out
of his homelessness the shelter
a few days nights...
nobody just wants a few anything...
told the long distance medical examiner
I couldnt help him when
he told me what I learned in that
small SF hotel room I reserved for
the same reason that man came:
there are many ways of not being alive homeless
found
unresponsive
the doctor said of my mother,
his instruments not fine tuned enough
to pick up deaths breath
her last year in the nursing home,
grown mind deaf she
played with her food,
looking up at me puzzled:
Im
your daughter
do you
know me
I wrote...
he gave 10:50 pm day after her birthday,
same as the mans who
gave me second birth.. the official time...
no one said the words
I heard anyway those
teenage grassy years I tried with
some boy to be nobodys daughter
couldnt and tried year after year...
nobody uses them now
after the man who broke through layers of dead
set my body pulse-eyed throbbing
every minute of our life together
or.....
only there was no or
even when...
was found unresponsive
one July night
in a New York City hospital
it was
Ivy leagues new age woman
a rock diva pulling guitar strings
against old time anything
midriffs skin for ID silver chains
necklace skulls bones
it was 2nd in her class free thinking artist
blowing smoke rings around older us
21st century ladys new corrective visions miracle
story tripping on boyfriend...school swim champion
it was boyfriend....knots
in the rings...the rope I saw
when she said Ill probably end up teaching
heard end up fall like a thud
it was Hester Prynne Emma Bovary
every doomed heroine risen victorious
accused witch of Salem outwitting the hangman
US it is all of us
as no one else had every been
will be again
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Last updated:
December 5, 2003
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