Jeremy Schmall’s Jeremy Schmall & The Cult of Comfort

Posted by @ 4:56 pm on April 9th, 2011

Jeremy Schmall is the bioluminescent pancake maker behind the radical operation that calls itself The Agriculture Reader. If you haven’t read an issue of AGR, you’re going to want to do that. Jeremy Schmall & the Cult of Comfort, published by X-ing Books, is a 99-page collection with 48 poems. The book is supremely beautiful, like all of the objects from X-ing. And it’s tiny, which is awesome, because you’ll want to carry this book around with you, and throw it at people, and cause major social disruptions with it by your side, and hang out in the park afterwards, maybe with a couple beers, making funny faces in the dark.

Eloquently reckless, irreverent, and wired with the kind of imaginative wattage that sets even the most seasoned book thug on their MFA-ed ass, the poems in this book touch on everything from Super Mario Bros. to fingerbanging to the Myth of America. Here’s the second poem in the book, “If I have to read another poem”:

about a New England winter

I will break your goddamn teacup,

I said, and wanted to add “ta-daa.”

Or so I thought.

Then an elderly woman

punched me square in the gut.


The fuck you care why?

she said.

That’s how this book feels, and who doesn’t want to be a glutton for this kind of punishment? And there are other things: warmth, loneliness, anger, confusion, restlessness, and everything else. Open the book up anywhere and you’ll find something worth reading out loud to your friends. Such sustained high volume and lack of decorum can be traced to Schmall’s mastery of the full frontal assault. These poems open in midst of some physical, intellectual, or emotional misunderstanding that is associatively triangulated around for the rest of the poem, often veering into moments of hilarity and grief, and always leading to a moment that is equal parts epiphany and broken femur. And don’t plan on catching your breath. No. You shouldn’t be too comfortable. These poems resist passivity, which is good for poetry, and good for your heart.

In the headache it’s hard to even find tacos.

Nobody is watching

or somebody is always watching

but either way I’m terrified.

If you kill the goose, the goose is dead.

If you eat the sandwich, you absorb its life.

But put the pancake down.

I’m not sure what I should be feeling, and it’s exhilarating. These lines remind me of an epigraph from Heather Christle that appears in Mike Young’s We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough where she says, “Bewilderment is the new New Sincerity.” Bewilderment = wonder = awe = compassion = your soul is leaking all over the floor and it’s time to call your friends over and dance in it. There were moments reading this book when I wanted to run outside and start yelling, or jump over a car, or, like happened once in San Francisco, push some major electronics out of a second-story window. I felt invigorated. Not that there isn’t a tinge of callousness in places, but it seems more than appropriate in comparison to the actions of our great leaders. And in reaction to those leaders, this book carries a serious threat, and an even more serious optimism.

Be wary. Do not sacrifice

your solemnity to match the public mood.

Our miracles are always damaged

by the people & threatened by the empire

& willingly foregone for the hallucination

of total security. It is time

to understand true wealth.

Because what else are we doing here?

I’m asking.

Jeremy Schmall just asked you a question, and if you want to answer him, you’ll find his email address in the middle of a poem on page 96 of Jeremy Schmall & the Cult of Comfort. I can vouch for its validity, because the first thing I did after I read it was send a message to him. This is our exchange:

    Hi Jeremy.

    I’m reviewing The Cult of Comfort for HTMLGiant. Out of sheer curiosity I had to make sure the email address that pops up in the book is actually yours because I think that kind of frankness says a lot about the book as a whole. I guess that’s it.


    Hello, friend. Thanks for the email. Hope you’re enjoying the book. Looking forward to seeing the review. Let me know if you have any questions about it.

    Also, are you at Akron? I grew up in Dayton…


Pretty straightforward. But isn’t it nice, behind all our deflections and screens, to pick up a book and talk to someone? Regardless of whether it’s the Jeremy Schmall of the book’s title, or some other, much larger Jeremy Schmall from the wilds of Ohio, he makes me, through this book, feel maimed, which is some pretty close contact, and “only the maimed really understand beauty.”

You can read an interview with Jeremy Schmall and Ben Mirov at The Faster Times that mentions both crabmeat and Jason Molina, and in addition to CC, you can buy Jeremy’s chapbook Open Correspondence from the Senator, Vol. 1: But a Paucity of his Voluminous Writings, also from X-ing Books.

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Nick Sturm is a graduate student in the NEOMFA: Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts and assistant editor of the Akron Series in Poetry.