Ripped at the Knee
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John Casey Iamb is a new Irish American writer who has burst to the fore of non-contemporary literature with his debut poetry novel Ripped at the Knee.
If you have ever wondered how men think, or love, now is your chance to find out.
Ripped underlines the hope we all begin with and how despite everything, it remains a silent passenger within us. How we are constantly reaching for the truth.
These poems will fill you as a human being.
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Ripped at the Knee - John Casey Iamb
To my Sister,
who gave me the pen to write with.
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It is still the best present I got since 1972.
I’ve seen the fields of white hair on my chest
Blown on beaches across retirement brown
Seen that way I look at the world
A caged ape sitting in a frown
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I’ve put my jaw as a man does then
An aged salmon slightly open to the sea
Let agreements out as an old oak does
Watched before me on the sand, the boy me
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- The Old Man and the Sea
A note on reading Ripped
It’s a fragile thing, going out into the world naked and emotional and in hope. All artists do this. Actors too. Lost in the perception these unselfish, open happenings can be lost. I don’t mean to be a critic, in credit of anything I don’t own, but it’s important to be helpful and fill in some gaps to tread the way sometimes.
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Ripped isn’t an ordinary layout. For me it’s just the way the book came out. The poems are like pigs on ice as my old friend RQ used to say about his kids. They have different styles, talents if you will.
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Little Charolais runs throughout the pages of Part I.
It can be read every-other page as one poem. Or it can be taken in page to page as it is, laid out amongst the other poems. Works differently each way.
It was an extraordinary, hurtful poem for me to read over until I hardened to it over time. Came to me very early one morning in winter sitting alone by a small stove waiting on dawn.
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The life we lead with someone unpresent is a common living for many of us. We simply call it ‘thinking of someone’. Little Charolais might read much as a short story. It turns many ways, goes back a long ways. Still haunts me a little to be honest. Maybe the best poems do that. I don’t know.
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A red door, the poem which nearly became the title, is another one that hurts me to read.
There’s a lot of things goes on in a man’s life at the exact same stage where he thinks everything is certain and he has no idea that nothing ever is.
There’s that. Plus men are mostly senseless idiots in our mid twenties. So there’s that too.
Maybe someday the red door will be ok with me. Maybe it will always be too much.
Might paint the damn thing again, who the hell knows about these things.
There are other colours in life that aren’t blood red.
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Forgive if you will the unintellectual, what publishers call ‘style’ layout please. Actually not please; do it if you can, if you can’t get over it that’s your own business. I don’t water your plants. I just write poems when they come and what way they go on the page is their own. I try not to change it, I don’t feel they belong to anyone to do that, even me the guy with the pen.
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Had a neighbour once took me to my first day of school, Frank. Had his own way of dealing with life and from what I saw it was a pretty good way most of the time. Loved the guy.
Donkeys years later when I was taller and had