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by Joel Brouwer

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Author:
Joel Brouwer
ISBN13:
978-1557531582
ISBN:
1557531587
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Publisher:
Purdue University Press (June 1, 1999)
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Poetry
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Exactly What Happened book. Joel Brouwer's perspective makes one think: "He once believed his job was only to see, to be a third eye for those of us hungry for more than a meager pair can provide".

Exactly What Happened book. The brittle unbearable rests in your palm.

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Joel Brouwer (born 1968) is an American poet, professor and critic. His most recent poetry collection is And So (Four Way Books). He is also the author of Exactly What Happened, which received the Larry Levis Prize from Virginia Commonwealth University, and Centuries, a National Book Critics Circle "Notable Book.

Courtesy Whiting Awards . Joel R. Brouwer (born 1968) is an American poet, academic, and literary critic. He is the author of Exactly What Happened, which received the Larry Levis Prize from Virginia Commonwealth University, and Centuries, a National Book Critics Circle "Notable Book. Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing Fellowship.

Brouwer's work does the opposite of what I expect from an academic press . t sparkles, hypnotizes, connects, and squeezes juice out of the poet's life and into your funny bone. poet Joel Brouwer's new book captures the spirit of this gilded age. There's a magic here, the kind that hard work reveals. - Kevin Ducey "There are no trick mirrors here. Brouwer's poems are beautifully exact.

Exactly What Happened. ISBN 10: 1557531587, ISBN 13: 9781557531582.

When Joel Brouwer’s Last Request was published in his first (and only, to date) collection Exactly What Happened in 1999, it was one among many poems that surprised readers with a macabre subject and somewhat bizarre humor. With poem titles such as Former Kenyan Parliament Member Arrested for ‘Imagining the Death’ of President Daniel Arap Moi, Astronomers Detect Water in Distant Galaxy, and Locking Up the Russian, Brouwer shows his audience up front that he is not afraid to break the rules of formal or expected poetry

This first collection of poems unveils the magician's trick: an illusion only works if we believe that what we've just seen is exactly what happened.

This first collection of poems unveils the magician's trick: an illusion only works if we believe that what we've just seen is exactly what happened.

In these and many other poems, Exactly What Happened reflects on theincidents and accidents that make .

In these and many other poems, Exactly What Happened reflects on theincidents and accidents that make up the enchanting, painful, and quirky worldin which we live in. Written with the scrutiny of a reporter and a conjurer'ssympathy for mystery, Brouwer's poems help us find the dignity in belief'sdeceit.

This first collection of poems unveils the magician's trick: an illusion only works if we believe that what we've just seen is exactly what happened. With a hairsplitting sense of detail and spellbinding language, Joel Brouwer's poems consider characters
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  • Joel Brouwer begins this marvelous collection with an epigraph from the Marx Brothers' movie Duck Soup: "Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?" And so the themes of illusion and perception are unleashed in the most appropriate possible way for this poet.
    Brouwer's collection is the best book I know of to give to people who say they hate poetry. You can't hate these poems. They manage a brillaint balancing act between light absurdity and deep seriousness, and they do so without obfuscation or abstract verbal cartwheels.
    A number of the poems take for their titles (and, I assume, their original inspiration) bizarre or provocative headlines from newspapers, such as this one from the New York Times: "Former Kenyan Parliament Member Arrested for 'Imagining the Death' of President Daniel Arap Moi". The poem plays delightfully with the concept, and touches on the strengths and weakenesses of imagination, then ends with a breathtaking, horrifying return to reality. It is, as so many of these poems, a tour de force.
    My personal favorite (for the moment, at least), is one of the last poems, a crazy "Last Request". Here the narrator asks to be buried in something which won't last, and he gives his mourners very specific instructions such as, "You may smoke. Talk quietly/ if you must talk. Be very sad." Where the poem goes from there -- with grace and efficiency, for this is a writer of great technical skill -- is startling, unexpected, and simultaneously beautiful and frightening.
    That this is a first book is amazing, for Brouwer is so skilled, so imaginative, and so much fun to read that it is hard to imagine he could get any better with his future work. I'm sure, however, that there are many more surprises and delights in store for us.

  • Like all great poets, Joel Brouwer takes the everyday (a trip to a paintball course, the fruit fly, an Amtrak car), molds it, strips it of cliche, adds to it the clay of his unique sense of humor and wry observation, and shapes it into a form of importance.
    Only Brouwer could take a Times article about an aged circus elephant that goes on a rampage, and not only relate it to our lives, but eventually clarify the event's meaning by explaining (or is he warning?), that, "The brittle unbearable rests in your palm. / Will you close your fist or won't you, and why?"
    My only gripe about this book (more accurately, its author) is a personal one. Joel Brouwer is far too accomplished for a man of thirty years. Poets like him and Sherman Alexie, for the record, make me sick. Seriously, don't lump him with other talented first-time authors. Brouwer's first volume of poems reeks of accomplishment. Snatch up this book NOW! In years to come you'll have a 1st edition of a major poet's first book - that's right it'll be worth $8 instead of 6 on ebay. But those are the two most important dollars a poetry lover could wish for.

  • To say that Brouwer's work is poetic journalism would be both accurate and misleading. It is journalism in its most human capacity; he is a Rob Borsellino of narrative poetry and, like Borsellino, unique in his unblinking critical eye. Yet the romantic poet in me maintains that a poet can never harbor quite enough objectivity to be a successful journalist (which some also might argue was Borsellino's weakness). That said, Brouwer condenses acutely intimate human experiences into tight, controlled lines that evoke powerful visceral reasponses without blatantly declaring an agenda. I think it important to note that for all Brouwer's complexity, his language is actually quite simple. It is deceptive, because when read line by line, his narrative is actually quite dense, yet it reads like sentences of a story, where you read each word as if the next one depends on it, and the one after that and so forth. His lines, unlike some other poets, by and large are not lyrical enough to be taken alone as poetry; they are placed in context, very much like journalism and rely upon that context for meaning and depth. Overall, a one-two punch of a book, packed with social conscience and emotional depth.

  • Brouwer's is a fresh voice, full of wit and verve. These poems should have appeal even for readers who don't ordinarily venture into the poetry aisles; they're funny, entertaining, and full of an engaging personality. But Brouwer's beautiful, precise language; his formidable skills as a storyteller and observer; his stand-up's timing; and his habit of turning over the ordinary to reveal some insight that will shake you by your ankles, stands him in good stead among contemporary poets. Brouwer writes with generosity and understanding of his subjects (whether the subject at hand is a rampaging circus elephant, a deceased politician, or an orbiting dog), and with a knowing optimism about the human capacities for longing, cruelty, and heroism. The title poem alone is worth a semester at the Iowa Writer's Workshop. Bravo!

  • Joel Brouwer is a wonderful poet, and in EWH it is easy to see why the whole of the first printing has been sold out. This book needs another printing, ...

    Brouwer is obviously plenty smart and is very well-read, yet to those of us who wander in and out of the poetry genre, he is most obviously, a craftsman with an approachable, inviting style, and in each poem here, Brouwer is able to speak to any and all readers regardless of experience, age, or place in the poetic world. This is poetry for the people--all people.

    If you read ten books of poetry a day, you won't soon forget this one, and if you've never read a poetry book in your life, forget every sterotype you've ever heard, this is a book to bring you in, and start you off on the right foot. The poems in this collection show a writer who is able to see great beauty in the simplicity of the everyday world surrounding us all. And show it to us with a fresh, irreverant, and humanistic eye. You must find this book.