"I remember standing on the beach as a kid and thinking that the rope used to tie the boat to the dock looked like a girl’s un-kept braid. It’s not a very original metaphor or anything, but it was a moment of realization for me. It changed the way I looked at the world and the way I searched for meaning in image. I used to take notes in my biology and chemistry classes in high school and try to find interesting metaphors or images to use in poems. All of that information was useful and interesting to me, but not in the way that I could apply it to science. I wanted to apply it to metaphor..."
Rebecca Lindenberg is a born writer. Rebecca Lindenberg is a fantastic crafter of love poems, which is ballsy in this day and age. Rebecca Lindenberg manages to write engaging and novel odes to her lovers, which is no small feat. Manages to write engaging and novel odes to herself, which is no small feat. Rebecca Lindenberg has small feet. Rebecca Lindenberg summarizes herself best when she writes: “Rebecca Lindenberg likes poems that don’t necessarily sound sincere but really are.” Writes poems that don’t necessarily sound sincere but always are. Rebecca Lindenberg is a risk-taker working the usually familiar romantic lyric for all its worth. Rebecca Lindenberg has two poems, below, that riff off Facebook status updates. Is not mad that this introduction blatantly steals those poems’ format, and has told Jessica Piazza as much. Rebecca Lindenberg is generous. Rebecca Lindenberg gives freely of her heart: its beat soundtracks every page of her writing. Rebecca Lindenberg has a book forthcoming from McSweeney’s brand new poetry series, and is consequently both ecstatic and nervous. Has nothing to worry about. Rebecca Lindenberg should always trust the subtle but obvious power delivered—in a one-two punch of metaphor and lyric imagery—by lines like: