{"id":2421,"date":"2022-04-22T15:00:33","date_gmt":"2022-04-22T15:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/?p=2421"},"modified":"2025-06-30T19:21:53","modified_gmt":"2025-06-30T19:21:53","slug":"under-the-river-go-the-faces-of-everyone-i-have-ever-loved","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/under-the-river-go-the-faces-of-everyone-i-have-ever-loved\/","title":{"rendered":"Under the River Go the Faces of Everyone I Have Ever Loved"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I think the world broke a world record today<br \/>\nFor the number of people in it who cried.<br \/>\nIggy Pop cried, as did most of Greenland.<br \/>\nFive hundred babies cried at exactly 2:43 AM<br \/>\nAnd another five hundred at 2:44. The President<br \/>\nHas a secret room where he likes to go shed tears.<br \/>\nNot even the Secret service know about it.<br \/>\nWhat if I told you the President called me up<br \/>\nCrying. He did. I told him, Buck up, little tomato.<br \/>\nTalent scouts cried at the dearth of talent.<br \/>\nFrogs got the blues bad in the chemical bog.<br \/>\nWorst of all were the spilled milk drinkers<br \/>\nWho sobbed like it was the end of the world. It was.<br \/>\nWhen the devil cries, he sheds tears of real diamonds.<br \/>\nThe contestant eliminated for making<br \/>\nA bland risotto cried, but thanked everyone<br \/>\nFor the opportunity to cry. I got a surprise call<br \/>\nFrom my ex, who never calls, calling me in tears,<br \/>\nSomething about her new husband\u2019s prognosis.<br \/>\nYou could hear him in the background, banging<br \/>\nAround, lumbering, swearing to anyone how he<br \/>\nWas going to the kitchen to make some goddam eggs.<br \/>\nThat\u2019s their secret passcode for baby, let\u2019s fuck.<br \/>\nYou cried that time your pearl of toothpaste fell<br \/>\nOff its toothbrush and landed in the pedestal sink,<br \/>\nAnd you cried that time your car hit a mama deer<br \/>\nAnd it\u2019s gotten to the point like you and me and everyone<br \/>\nI know and even half-know, have been crying ever since.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">John Loughlin<br \/>\n<em>Copper Nickel<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>what it means<\/h3>\n<p class=\"\">Here we are with the whole world in tears, the death of everyone we have ever loved.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">I\u2019m not sure what it means.\u00a0\u00a0Here\u2019s a guess. Yeah, the stupid pop culture stuff we cry over like losing a reality cooking contest on tv is stupid and fake, but it\u2019s not. It\u2019s part of the general despair and sadness we are all feeling as we get the terminal diagnosis for ourselves and the planet.<\/p>\n<h3>why I like it<\/h3>\n<p class=\"\">Dare I say it. This poem is funny. I mean, yes, I know it\u2019s all about crying and everyone I know and half-know going under the river, but Iggy Pop? That\u2019s funny.\u00a0\u00a0<em>Buck up little tomato<\/em>\u00a0is really funny. I love how this poem can be both hilarious and devastating at the same time.<\/p>\n<h3>craft<\/h3>\n<p class=\"\">So, on the one hand I\u2019m a strong advocate for concrete details and on the other hand, magic realism delights me. Those babies, the president. . . the author is making these details up to convey the enormity of the whole world in tears.<\/p>\n<p class=\"\">I can imagine the author, journal in hand, pulling out random notes about the day the ex called, and a half remembered image of a pearl of toothpaste and letting them all find their way into this poem. I want to jam as much disparate stuff, as much real and unreal into one poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I think the world broke a world record today For the number of people in it who cried. Iggy Pop cried, as did most of Greenland. Five hundred babies cried at exactly 2:43 AM And another five hundred at 2:44. The President Has a secret room where he likes to go shed tears. Not even&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-reviews"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2421","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2421"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2538,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2421\/revisions\/2538"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/debbiebacharach\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}