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Josef Krebs — Poet

Josef Krebs has a chapbook published by Etched Press and his poetry also appears in the Bicycle Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Calliope, The Cape Rock, The Chaffey Review, Inscape, Mouse Tales Press, Organs of Vision and Speech, Tacenda, The Bohemian, Agenda, The Corner Club Press, Crack the Spine, The FictionWeek Literary Review, the Aurorean, Carcinogenic Poetry, The Bangalore Review, 521magazine, Former People, Grey Sparrow Journal, IthacaLit, New Plains Review, Inwood Indiana Press, Free State Review, Poetry Nation, Witness, From Whispers to Roars, and The Cats Meow. A short story has been published in blazeVOX. He’s written three novels and five screenplays. His film was successfully screened at Santa Cruz and Short Film Corner of Cannes film festivals.

Apart from Concrete Existence

Apart from Concrete Existence Chapbook Available at Amazon.com at $11.99
https://www.amazon.com/Apart-Concrete-Existence-Josef-Krebs/dp/1935847139/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Apart+from+concrete+existence&qid=1597262478&sr=8-1

Apart from Concrete Existence Chapbook Available at Etched Press at $10
http://etchedpress.com/product/josef-krebs-concrete/

“Apart from Concrete Existence begins by reminding “you,” whoever the “you” might be: the reader or the speaker, that “not everything is about … you.” Krebs has crafted a collection which hovers just above an upturned earth. Each poem’s vibrant lines delight in phantoms—whether they are phantoms of the dead or phantoms of language. This poetry creates its own reality and haunting landscape from our recognizably shared world but at a distance. There are times when it questions self-hood and others when it questions the existence of anything other than the self. There is a lonely yearning to be transformed by poetry. Through it all, it searches for survival and solid ground with each magical step.”
The Night Lou Reed Died

The night Lou Reed died
Every bar in the city
The big borough city
Played the poet
Who encapsulated
What drove us down to town
Took us back into our lives
And captured what needed encapsulation anticipation
Dreams to live to die by
Sometimes shuddering our way home
Whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations
To get our asses out of lost towns
And onto the bridges that always smiled at us
While we waited for acceptance or acknowledgement
Something that made the beat worth defending
The cripples chalice-sing
Past sifted by the moment

by Josef Krebs


Conquests illuminate weaknesses

Conquests illuminate weaknesses
As pastels set off primaries
We are all relative to primates and colors
Tripping strapped to the desk
Eclipsed by ourselves
Hidden beneath the surface
Unknown unborn
Irrational suppositions on existence
Keep us occupied
While we wait for the real moments
Of transcendence and transformation
Into something worthwhile
Opinioned to be
The next
Evolution
Incarnate

by Josef Krebs
As if the zither wouldn’t quiver
Vibrate its song
The reconciliation between various components of the family
The doubtful connection
Between the kiss of association
And love
The drum double drumming
Of a partially heartfelt belief in hearth and country
Which will one day catastrophe thee into
The unimportance of all that you’ve been told
To try to control your impulses
In ways that they
Desire
Limited time offer
Life
And the subsequent malaise that death brings
If you’re inconsequential in your effects
That rapid pace of your heartbeat
Over the years
That damped you down while challenging
To the demands of being human
A representative an iota
A building block of what may come
The dust the dust is calling
From when you’re ill met by the womb
And the moonless night
The daggers of childhood
The success of youth
And the cancer thereafter
As the decades crowd in on you
Each with its own challenges
Unexpected unobserved
Til the future dashed in with explanations
Too late to heed
Or be of worth
Beyond the immediate
Median
Of comparative slumber
In your bunker
Bed
Grave

http://bangalorereview.com/2020/07/as-if-the-zither-wouldnt-quiver/?fbclid=IwAR3L8AF3YI8FFD-fXk61_9Y8gS3e9l21VHv5jDKAS-y1CsbvPQIZTyBSYns

Ghosts last night

Dreaming of the trinity
Father, son, and death
Death is the go-between
Passing from father to son
From son back to memories of father
Which father rejects like all life
In his pursuit of death
He escaped the camps
But he never escaped life
Which dragged him back behind the barbed wire
By his actions and choices
Until he became one with the chimney.

http://thecornerclubpress.weebly.com/uploads/6/0/5/3/6053731/volume3issue12final-pagesupdated.pdf
Apart from Concrete Existence

Apart from Concrete Existence Chapbook Available at Amazon.com at $11.99
https://www.amazon.com/Apart-Concrete-Existence-Josef-Krebs/dp/1935847139/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Apart+from+concrete+existence&qid=1597262478&sr=8-1

Apart from Concrete Existence Chapbook Available at Etched Press at $10
http://etchedpress.com/product/josef-krebs-concrete/

“Apart from Concrete Existence begins by reminding “you,” whoever the “you” might be: the reader or the speaker, that “not everything is about … you.” Krebs has crafted a collection which hovers just above an upturned earth. Each poem’s vibrant lines delight in phantoms—whether they are phantoms of the dead or phantoms of language. This poetry creates its own reality and haunting landscape from our recognizably shared world but at a distance. There are times when it questions self-hood and others when it questions the existence of anything other than the self. There is a lonely yearning to be transformed by poetry. Through it all, it searches for survival and solid ground with each magical step.”
The Night Lou Reed Died

The night Lou Reed died
Every bar in the city
The big borough city
Played the poet
Who encapsulated
What drove us down to town
Took us back into our lives
And captured what needed encapsulation anticipation
Dreams to live to die by
Sometimes shuddering our way home
Whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations
To get our asses out of lost towns
And onto the bridges that always smiled at us
While we waited for acceptance or acknowledgement
Something that made the beat worth defending
The cripples chalice-sing
Past sifted by the moment

by Josef Krebs


Conquests illuminate weaknesses

Conquests illuminate weaknesses
As pastels set off primaries
We are all relative to primates and colors
Tripping strapped to the desk
Eclipsed by ourselves
Hidden beneath the surface
Unknown unborn
Irrational suppositions on existence
Keep us occupied
While we wait for the real moments
Of transcendence and transformation
Into something worthwhile
Opinioned to be
The next
Evolution
Incarnate

by Josef Krebs
As if the zither wouldn’t quiver
Vibrate its song
The reconciliation between various components of the family
The doubtful connection
Between the kiss of association
And love
The drum double drumming
Of a partially heartfelt belief in hearth and country
Which will one day catastrophe thee into
The unimportance of all that you’ve been told
To try to control your impulses
In ways that they
Desire
Limited time offer
Life
And the subsequent malaise that death brings
If you’re inconsequential in your effects
That rapid pace of your heartbeat
Over the years
That damped you down while challenging
To the demands of being human
A representative an iota
A building block of what may come
The dust the dust is calling
From when you’re ill met by the womb
And the moonless night
The daggers of childhood
The success of youth
And the cancer thereafter
As the decades crowd in on you
Each with its own challenges
Unexpected unobserved
Til the future dashed in with explanations
Too late to heed
Or be of worth
Beyond the immediate
Median
Of comparative slumber
In your bunker
Bed
Grave

http://bangalorereview.com/2020/07/as-if-the-zither-wouldnt-quiver/?fbclid=IwAR3L8AF3YI8FFD-fXk61_9Y8gS3e9l21VHv5jDKAS-y1CsbvPQIZTyBSYns

Ghosts last night

Dreaming of the trinity
Father, son, and death
Death is the go-between
Passing from father to son
From son back to memories of father
Which father rejects like all life
In his pursuit of death
He escaped the camps
But he never escaped life
Which dragged him back behind the barbed wire
By his actions and choices
Until he became one with the chimney.

http://thecornerclubpress.weebly.com/uploads/6/0/5/3/6053731/volume3issue12final-pagesupdated.pdf

PDFs

Contact

josefjunnkrebs@yahoo.com