At Louche Ends: Poetry for the Decadent, the Damned & the Absinthe-Minded by Maria Alexander

I’ve never really been one for poetry. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I guess I’ve just always associated poetry with some hippy-dippy peace-love-and-nature kind of prose. That warm, sunny, positive world-loving lit has its place, but I like my reading dark and frightening. I prefer to be taken out of my comfort zone into the deep, dank cracks and crevices of everyday life. I didn’t think poetry could provide that to me. That and truthfully, I was intimidated by the format. I assumed that poetry would introduce a quirky collection of words that would dance circles in my head without really coming together in a cohesive way to properly evoke the writer’s intended image. Despite being a huge Edgar Allan Poe fan (who isn’t, right?) and familiarizing myself with his poems – “The Raven” is arguably one of the most famous poems in the English language – I was never motivated to pursue this age old literary art form any further. I also had no idea that many of my favorite horror fiction authors have a passion for this format.

All that changed for me after reading At Louche Ends: Poetry for the Decadent, the Damned & the Absinthe-Minded by Maria Alexander (Burning Effigy Press, 2011). It’s discoveries like that which gives me a renewed sense of awe for the horror genre. The dark landscape of horror fiction is so vast and diverse that you could find something for every type of reader in every format imaginable. I wonder now how I could ever doubt there is poetry grim readers will find delectable.

The last several years have seen notable fan favorites nominated in the category of poetry. Rain Graves was nominated for her 2009 poetry collection Barfodder, a book I picked up recently with my newfound interest in the format, and Tom Piccirilli has been nominated several times in the category. Last year, Wrath James White was nominated for his 2010 collection Viscous Romantic. As it turns out, White, a writer best known for his extreme style of horror fiction, considers poetry his first love. This year, Alexander is up for the coveted Bram Stoker castle for At Louche Ends.So, in short, there is plenty of material for readers of the macabre who want to branch out from the standard novel format and I have Maria Alexander and Burning Effigy Press (for publishing her collection) to thank for setting me on this path of new discoveries.

Getting back to the collection at hand, I admitted to Alexander that I was ignorant when it came to poetry and asked her advice for how to approach reading in this format. Alexander likened it to listening to music. If you like the music of the words—the sound, the lilt, the emotions that the images evoke—you don’t have to understand every word. And even if we do understand every word in a song, we often take away different meanings than the composer intended.” So, that’s exactly what I did; I let the music of the words be my guide and found that poetry wasn’t as intimidating as I originally suspected.

In Jill Tracy’s introduction to Alexander’s collection she describes the underground world of decadence and absinthe before its legalization when there was still a “mystery and allure that has sadly been stripped away in modern society.” Tracy recalls the atmosphere of the absinthe bars; “These gatherings were strict invite only, formal dress, drawing a serious collection of aesthetes.” Those who experienced the sweet, stinging kiss of the Green Fairy when it was a secret, illegal indulgence likeTracy will be reminded of that intoxicating spirit. For those unfamiliar with the substance, Alexander offers a glimpse into that obscure world without the bitter aftertaste.

The intoxication of love and a yearning to be complete are common themes in Alexander’s collection. Exquisite pleasure and pain coexist in her nightmare world of sinful decadence. The reader is thrust into the abstruse plain of suffering where there is no bliss without grief and longing remains unsated.

From “The Beast:”

“Ignore the insatiable flame
that consumes the blood
between my thighs.
Die every night
to the memory of his bare skin
gorging that flame like kerosene.”

Alexander’s meditation on longing continues in “The Mistress of Lautreamont” which is concerned with a completeness that if unobtainable.

“I am only narrow strips of fabric
in a bosun’s flag.
I will never be
a whole piece of cloth.”

Again in “The Vein” Alexander expresses an unending anguish for a search that can never elicit results.

“I’ve found it all
but the one precious vein
eludes me.”

And further into the poem:

“The walls will collapse
and I will suffocate in solitude,

In one of my favorite pieces, “Divinity Dust,” Alexander shares an angry and resentful side. She took my impression of poetry as a sunshiny positive prose form, chewed it to a pulp, and spit it right back in my face.

“God’s a jackal,
a roly-poly pervert
who leads you down
dark alleyways
so he can get you high
behind the dumpster
and fuck you in the ass…”

That’s a beautiful excerpt to counter my completely misguided assumptions.

For horror fiction readers who are already fans of poetry, At Louche Ends is a no-brainer. If you’re like me and not sure this style is for you, I would highly recommend cutting your teeth on Alexander’s collection. I hope you appreciate her raw, vulnerable approach as much as I did and will join me on this journey to discover the dark, but equally beautiful, side of poetry.

Pick up At Louche Ends from Burning Effigy Press and be sure to cheer her on for the win at the Bram Stoker Award banquette this weekend.

Visit Maria Alexander’s website here.

Underneath the Juniper Tree (October/Halloween issue!)

I know I was just gushing about these guys not too long ago…but have you all gone and checked out the October issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree yet? Read the creepy tales and poems? Perused the awesomely spooky art? Entered any of the October contests or giveaways? HAVE YOU!?!?!

Unless you answered ‘HELL YES I HAVE!’, then get going and do it!

We love UTJT, and if you’re a fan of scary literature for kids you will too!

Kids literature to give you the creeps – Underneath the Juniper Tree

If you like your kids lit with a heaping dose of doom and gloom, we have found your holy grail.

Underneath the Juniper Tree is an online children’s magazine dedicated to the creepy, the crawly, the darkly delicious aspects of the genre.  Absolutely full of stories, poetry and top-notch art, UTJT arose from the ashes of the beloved Crow Toes Quarterly, which folded quietly earlier this year to the sadness of its many fans.

I’m almost afraid to say it, but I think we’ve got something even better happening now with the rise of UTJT!

Released monthly online and absolutely FREE, Underneath the Juniper Tree is a publication you don’t want to miss.  Geared mainly for the middle-grade crowd, this mag will delight any monster-lovers or scare-fiends who love giving themselves the creeps.  There’s tons of talent to be found.  Or if you’re a writer or artist with a dark side, check out the submission guidelines on the website – you may have found a potential new home for your work!

UTJT runs regular contests and giveaways you won’t want to miss – check out the 11-word scary-story contest going on right now and put your creativity to the test!

We know you’ll love it as much as we do, so go check out the August issue today!  Can’t get enough? Back issues here!  Enjoy!