Poetry. The poems in PINK ELEPHANT present an opening where the door didn't quite latch shut, a personal view of childhood confined in a room with violence and trauma. With every new scene, either palpable or surreal, the eyes don't dare turn away; instead they are transfixed, sometimes on the multi–faced monster, other times on the Survival. Rachel McKibbens's debut collection of poems is offered again in this new second edition, where an interview with the author flips the light switch on and informs our understanding of this unflinchingly bold young life story.
Poet, activist, playwright and essayist Rachel McKibbens is the author of the poetry collections Into the Dark and Emptying Field (2013) and Pink Elephant (2009). The Rumpus wrote of Pink Elephant, “McKibbens awakens and haunts with selfless honesty.” Her poems, short stories, essays and creative non-fiction have been featured in numerous journals and blogs, including Her Kind, The Los Angeles Review, The Best American Poetry Blog, The Nervous Breakdown, The Rumpus, The London Magazine, The Acentos Review, World Literature Today, Radius, and The American Poetry Journal.
McKibbens is a well-known member of the poetry slam community: she is a nine-time National Poetry Slam team member, has appeared on eight NPS final stages, and coached the New York louderARTS poetry slam team to three consecutive final stage appearances, was the 2009 Women of the World Poetry Slam champion and the 2011 National Underground Poetry Slam individual champion. McKibbens appeared on two seasons of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry Jam and was featured in the poetry slam documentary Slam Planet in 2006 at SXSW. In 2011, McKibbens was commissioned by The Getty Center in Los Angeles to write and perform an ekphrastic poem for their multi-media poetry event Dark Blushing.
Ok so I read ‘Pink Elephants’ by Ava Reynolds. Not this book here. But Ava’s book isn’t on goodreads yet. And the scanner isn’t working.
But I had to just drop a review in the meantime. This collection of short stories is so fucking good. So good.
Especially ‘Swan Song’ and ‘A Breakdown in Communication’.
But she saves best for last with ‘Grief is the Thing in the Purple Waistcoat’.
Wonderful writing.
Tension. Surrealism. Horror. Like walking down a bendy mendy windy findy road with a different coloured wardrobe every 5 metres begging you to open it.
Thank you. Your poems kicked me in the spine, reminding me how to stand.
The Rumpus published a review I wrote on this collection. Worth reading, the review, and especially the work. She is a gift to the literary world. http://therumpus.net/2011/02/like-an-...
"There was the summer you ignored me so hard it gave me bad posture" (pg 14) "Cheeks bright as a slap" (pg 21) Pink Elephant is worth visiting again and again. It remains forever relevant.
A collection of poems about trauma, family, abuse, survival, and love.
from The First Time: "It's why you are here now, / carrying a bag full of things / that will not help you, why houses / fill with those less deserving, // why saints hold their hands out / to everyone but you."
from The Doll: "His frustration / turned on me, the way fault can only be found / in the one whose name fits most in the mouth."
from A Sunday Cross-Examination of My Future Next Husband: "If you are to love me, / you must believe every word of this. / Every haunted girl you knew before me / has been a warning, and in the mouth of each girl: / a brick with my window's name on it."
In some of these poems, I knds there was a deeper meaning and I searched for it. But in other poems...there were just dead ends and boring images. I would give this book a 3-3.5/5 because the author has talent but some of these poems just fall flat.
Beautiful poems, but I should have read these before the other works of the author. It is her first book which is clear, but it is nice seeing how far she has since come. Still worth reading, but something to remember.
I devoured this book. It's a raw pink wound that contains multitudes—universes of pain and evolution. And genius in its craft. I expect to be a better poet, and a fiercer woman for having read it.
this memoir in poems is one of the most devastating & beautiful & painful things I have ever read and at times I could hardly bear to continue reading but kept my eyes on this magic regardless
"For me, poetry has no point in existing if it’s not to be a prompt or aid to political and ethical change." - John Kinsella, Australian Poet.
The First Time. A quiet start to the book. Putting coins and dolls on train tracks. Danger. God. Children wandering alone. The non-appeal to saints who provide for others. The mother. "It's funny to me now...", a gentle introduction to the following dramas.
Central Park, Mothers' Day. Every parent's private nightmare, the gift from their child that they didn't recognize for what it was, rejected, scolded for some unimportant transgression, for breaking something or taking something - in this poem Rachel follows the consequences of this to the limit through the years, even down to the end with "drunk at your father's funeral". The quick succession of tragic images makes you ask, how many times did I do that? What might have been if I had not? Rachel notices and grieves and gives voice to the full, real person that is inside every "child". But this tragedy is inside herself, inside her own, not inflicted on her by another.
Honey. Rachel at play? Children at play, but not idealized. Dirt, poverty and childish delight even at the loss of teeth. Innocence gently equated with stupidity?
Doggie Bag Etiquette. There is a sign on the door: here is where the pain starts. Rachel uses longer lines, more words rushing along, the meaning carried from line to line until the short chill, in wait at the end: "if you were treated well".
Rachel McKibbens, along with Mindy Nettifee, gave a reading last October at my friend Stephanie's arts collective in Chicago. Reading their books makes me wish I'd been there that night instead of in class in Michigan.
Heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching, bloody bloody truth. Rachel McKibbens is a goddess. Oh yeah, and my copy of this book is SIGNED and from the Strand in NYC. No big deal.
they are REALLY good poems, but they are dark, and they are deep. The truth most definitely rings true and makes you reflect on your own childhood and growing up. A brutal truth.