BOOKS >>> Ben Kopel. VICTORY.
Meteoric as pop songs, as fist-fights between best friends, Ben Kopel’s poems blaze out like declarations of love and vendetta spray-painted on overpasses. Victory is raw and tender as a crying-jag, while being full of a new savagery’s swagger and grace.
Kiss me in the parking lot says this punk werewolf blade-wielding blankety-blank singing kick-ass ZAP BANG hardcore firefighter Victim #4. Oh my God my friends and & his heart is true and it is populated with wild dogs/ & missing children. All true. As are Kopel’s ways he offers us to be with. VICTORY says poetry, says poems may be what we need. Blessings to you, Ben Kopel, for telling us all you do. And one more thing, for giving us the possibility/of a Dixie cup/filled with water/from a Japanese glacier.
When I was a kid my mother said you could name the clouds. REALLY? “Sure Kiddo, go ahead and name them!” I’ve just finished reading Ben Kopel’s new book VICTORY and intend to name these clouds I see today VICTORY BY BEN! My darkness, it expanded // to fill the space provided, like a melody / or a metal rod placed in a loved one. I want to place this book inside you, and I mean that in a nice way. If you don’t understand how to love this book then I don’t know if I’m going to be able to talk to you, ever, again, seriously.
Ben Kopel was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1983. He holds degrees from Louisiana State University, The Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and The University of Massachusetts Amherst MFA Program for Poets and Writers.
He currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana where he teaches creative writing and English literature to high school students.