Carlo X by Edward Boccia
As a whole, this collection reveals a nonsensical, compelling account of this multifarious character. Like a model surrounded by eager art students craning for the best angle, Carlo X seems to be everywhere and everything. There’s Carlo X the attentive lover, Carlo X the exuberant painter, and then the Darwinist. And you certainly wouldn’t want to miss Carlo X sunbathing, or landing at Normandy, or peeling potatoes. In one poem, Carlo X is even eaten by a shark. Delightful rhymes, familiar repetition and witty, existential titles like “Carlo X Sees Through Himself” make these poems seem like a children’s book with grown up appeal (though not X-rated). And yet, the question remains: Who is this mysterious, amorphous Carlo X? I searched for him on YouTube, but found nothing. Is Edward Boccia Carlo X? Is Carlo X a Dadaist? A scientologist? Is he you? Is he me? In the end, as in all ends, we say goodbye to our friend. But there’s no time for mourning. “Now that Carlo X is dead,” Boccia writes, “the pansies come up smiling.” And, for no apparent reason and for every apparent reason, so do I.
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Jen Garfield is the poetry editor for Prick of the Spindle. Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals and recently, she was the recipient of a 2007 Illinois Arts Council Literary Award. Her chapbook, Excuses for Happiness, is forthcoming from Pudding House Press. This week, she likes Greek mythology, advice columns, and shih tzus.
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