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Muses Review - Winter 2005 - March
Book Review -
ODD by Charles P.  Ries, 2004, Pages: 34 pages, paperback,
Price $8.95,
ISBN:1-59889-320-3
Printed in: (Pudding House  Publications, 81 Shadymere Lane, Columbus, OH 43213, www.puddinghouse.com). 
Received on: 25 Feb 2005, Friday
Posted on: 8 March 2005, Tuesday
CHAPBOOK REVIEW ON ODD
by Laura Stamps
Charles P. Ries is the author of two poetry  collections, BAD MONK: NEITHER HERE NOR THERE and MONJE MALO SPEAKS ENGLISH,  both published by Foursep Publications. He has written a novel and was nominated  for a Pushcart Prize in 2003. His poems, poetry book reviews, and short stories  have appeared in over seventy print and web journals, including Staplegun Press,  Free Verse, Pearl, Pitchfork, and Half Drunk Muse.
At first, ODD appeared to be a strange title for this  exceptionally well-written collection of 28 poems. And the surreal cover  illustration seemed more peculiar: a shirtless man with angel wings covering his  ears, shadowed by a demon, and struggling to carry a huge head on his back  spilling forth a lifetime of worries. But upon finishing this chapbook, I agree  the title ODD and the excellent illustration by Gabriel Ries are indeed perfect  choices.

    ODD is actually a saga highlighting the plight of a  spiritual pilgrim, a poet whose approach to life is too mentally and emotionally  complicated to achieve his goal: spiritual happiness. Unfortunately, the  spiritual path requires simplicity. Thus, his dilemma. From the first poem to  the last, we follow this complicated man through the maze of his life,  encountering bums, bag ladies, barrooms, Spanish beauties, love lost, singles  mixers, his first divorce, his second divorce, and a fish named Mike.

     Only Ries could expertly handle such a perplexing  character, a complex man who sincerely seeks the happiness and joy of the  spiritual life, yet fails to realize simplicity is the key to attainment.

"I  like to disappear into my head where it / doesn't cost too much to be alone. I  see a horizon / in the distance lying between the vistas / of my temples, spreading from my left ear / to my right ear. // In here I astro project, read  people thoughts / and see the future. In here I bring the dead back / to life  and turn my tears to snowflakes. // It's a vast cine plex between my ears. A  world teeming / with perfect lovers and sleeping demons. A theater in / the  round where I view my life against the movie screen / God attached to the  backside of my eyeballs." (A PERFECT PLACE , In: Odd,  p.7)

Even though his goal continues to elude him, he  manages to gather quite a few spiritual jewels along the way:

"Our thoughts are like dancers, two / inter-mingled,  co-existing electrons / spinning around the same nucleus......... // I wonder if wishing  sets thoughts in motion, / causing invisible ripples in the unseen? / Ripples  that carry our secrets to God?" (POETS NOVA, In: Odd,  p. 9)

"Maybe stars are the souls of the glimmering dead, or  perhaps meteors are / the tear drops of souls soon to be returned. Souls like me  who dread their / plunge back into life's unpredictable sea. " (STARS SUSPENDED  FROM BRANCHES, In: Odd,  p.11)

"Once I was a blade of grass and the breeze passed /  above me and rubbed against me, bending me. "Such / freedom," I thought. "To be  a breeze. To soar high above / and close to the ground, to be rootless in air."  // Once I was a human, I had complex thoughts and confusions. / I yearned for  wealth and love and power and good looks. / All this yearning tired me and gave  me migraine headaches. / Headaches so vast and out of control they robbed my  sleep / and made me vomit. And as I lay on my couch, half in, / half out of  awareness, from the sleeping pills and pain killers, / I remembered myself as a  blade of grass turning my side to / the sun and my tongue to the rain and my  roots to China, / and I ached to be simply green again." (ONCE AGAIN, In: Odd, p. 14)

"And through seasons and / doubts and changes of  fashion / they discover their relationship, / unearthing a heart painted in a /  bold brush stroke and the message, / it has been better to love."  (VALENTINE, In: Odd p. 25)

But in the end revelation strikes, and the poet  realizes spiritual joy can only be found in simplicity, which Ries expresses  beautifully in the Taoist-like title poem ODD in p. 34-: "They can't hear it. / They don't  listen to leaves / in the moon light. The mystical / whisper of branches  rubbing. // Funny what happens to a life / when the trees start talking to you.  / When you hear the voices of your / garden." Is the road to spiritual joy  really that simple? That odd? Yes, it is.

This is a finely crafted collection of poetry, one  that leads the reader through the bewildering ocean of anxiety and melancholy  many face during the course of their lives and relationships to the land of hope  and light. What a delightful twist that the poet should find this spiritual  paradise waiting for him in his own backyard. Ries is not only a talented poet,  but also an engaging storyteller, and ODD is the perfect collection for anyone  seeking refuge from a world that grows more complicated by the hour.

Highly recommended.
About the Reviewer

Laura Stamps is an award-winning poet and  novelist. Over six hundred of her poems, short stories, and poetry book  reviews have appeared in literary journals, magazines, anthologies, and  broadsides, including the
Louisiana ReviewIbbetsonUpdate, Big City  Lit, Poesy Magazine, Lucid MoonAmerican Writing, Fullosia Press, and Lummox  Journal. She is the author of more than twenty-five books of poetry and  prose. Her fiction chapbook "White Porches" was a Semi-Finalist in the  2004 Winnow Press Chapbook Award in Fiction Competition. Her  chapbook "In the Garden" was a Top-Finalist in the 2004 Blue Light Press  Poetry Prize and Chapbook Competition and is published by The  Moon. Two of her poems are included in the celebrity anthology "Open My  Eyes, Open My Soul" (2003, McGraw-Hill Books). More information  about books by Laura Stamps can be found at www.kittyfeatherpress.blogspot.com
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