Friday, March 16, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
future cycle press
future cycle press
"Cadillacs" & "Some Days It's A Love Story" are in their special anthology: American Society: What Poets See.
"Cadillacs" & "Some Days It's A Love Story" are in their special anthology: American Society: What Poets See.
The Prose Poem Project
The Prose Poem Project
WRITING TO REMEMBER
This morning, while driving, sunlight hit my hands. My veins pulsed in the glow. It reminded me of our conversation last night, about that man in Arizona who learned to capture moonlight and heal the body. You said there wasn’t much going on. Nothing on TV, but commercials. I was engulfed in Camus: the scene where the boy is convulsing with plague filled me with envy. On the news they talked about a super model who died mysteriously, the economy, the war, how bodies were thrown into wells and children, with missing limbs, had flies covering their faces. I’m drinking coffee now. It’s three in the afternoon, overcast. I’m still without work, writing this letter to remember. I forget so many things.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
BLACK AND TANNED
for Eric
Black and tanned we hurly-burlied through
the ship swaying of streets and doorways,
and maze of cityscapes,
amid the sweat of clinking glass laughs,
propelled by a taste for the tragic.
In a bitter swill of
blurred anecdotes and redundancies
we have talked of heroes, villains and
the sacredness of socks.
The Transparency of Windows, a review of Watering the Dead
The Transparency of Windows
By Valerie Lawson
from Off the Coast, Winter 2009
Watering the Dead is Jason Irwin’s first book and winner of the Transcontinental Poetry Award from Pavement Saw Press. Essentially about discovery, the book opens with “Nothing I Thought I Knew," when John Lennon was shot and the nine year old narrator becomes aware of himself in a much larger world. Irwin carefully draws the line between what was to what is now and invites us to step across.
Nothing I thought I knew before mattered
that somehow I was saved.
If “Nothing I Thought I Knew” catches the child up to the past, “First Communion” prepares the child for the future, ready to be let into the world in a borrowed suite the color of grandfather’s Pontiac:
I knew it was only a matter of time
before I walked on water, healed the sick,
died the hero’s death.
In “Main Street,” we glimpse the sharp edged transparency of windows, where we see faces of the children moved on, but still trapped.
I can still see them:
faces and fists pressed against the glass.
This section closes with “Watching My Mother Sleep.”
I wonder
if she still dreams
the dreams of childhood:
of ballerinas and tea parties.
The poems in the second section are more distant from their subjects. “With My Father” precisely maps the distance between father and son in a sting of declarative sentences:
Three blocks away, a place
called McNabb's. We sit
near the neon window. He
orders a Labatt’s Blue and I a Black
and Tan.
The son explores their differences, searches for whatever they might have in common, and comes to reconciliation in childhood memory, father and son walking to the beach:
I rode atop his shoulders…
like a living totem pole.
A more mature voice in the third section ends the book with
“Going Home.” Despite change, faces stay much the same. People
talk of leaving but don’t:
Maybe it’s the view of the hills to the south,
…that keep us here,
or maybe it’s the sound of my own voice,
reciting the streets named for birds and fish
as if they were the names of saints.
In Watering the Dead, Jason Irwin joins the ranks of some of the finest contemporary narrative poets like David Surrette, Matt Oldsman, Jack McCarthy, and Philip Levine. This book makes your heart ache, makes you wish you could have another go at childhood and this time get it right, but in the end we realize we are the products of our childhoods and the cities and towns where we were raised.
By Valerie Lawson
from Off the Coast, Winter 2009
Watering the Dead is Jason Irwin’s first book and winner of the Transcontinental Poetry Award from Pavement Saw Press. Essentially about discovery, the book opens with “Nothing I Thought I Knew," when John Lennon was shot and the nine year old narrator becomes aware of himself in a much larger world. Irwin carefully draws the line between what was to what is now and invites us to step across.
Nothing I thought I knew before mattered
that somehow I was saved.
If “Nothing I Thought I Knew” catches the child up to the past, “First Communion” prepares the child for the future, ready to be let into the world in a borrowed suite the color of grandfather’s Pontiac:
I knew it was only a matter of time
before I walked on water, healed the sick,
died the hero’s death.
In “Main Street,” we glimpse the sharp edged transparency of windows, where we see faces of the children moved on, but still trapped.
I can still see them:
faces and fists pressed against the glass.
This section closes with “Watching My Mother Sleep.”
I wonder
if she still dreams
the dreams of childhood:
of ballerinas and tea parties.
The poems in the second section are more distant from their subjects. “With My Father” precisely maps the distance between father and son in a sting of declarative sentences:
Three blocks away, a place
called McNabb's. We sit
near the neon window. He
orders a Labatt’s Blue and I a Black
and Tan.
The son explores their differences, searches for whatever they might have in common, and comes to reconciliation in childhood memory, father and son walking to the beach:
I rode atop his shoulders…
like a living totem pole.
A more mature voice in the third section ends the book with
“Going Home.” Despite change, faces stay much the same. People
talk of leaving but don’t:
Maybe it’s the view of the hills to the south,
…that keep us here,
or maybe it’s the sound of my own voice,
reciting the streets named for birds and fish
as if they were the names of saints.
In Watering the Dead, Jason Irwin joins the ranks of some of the finest contemporary narrative poets like David Surrette, Matt Oldsman, Jack McCarthy, and Philip Levine. This book makes your heart ache, makes you wish you could have another go at childhood and this time get it right, but in the end we realize we are the products of our childhoods and the cities and towns where we were raised.
Link to my first book: "Watering the Dead" winner of the 2006/2007 Transcontinental Poetry Award. Published by Pavement Saw Press, 2008.
Biography of Hans Krusi
http://www.edlingallery.com/dynamic/new_artist_bio.asp?ArtistID=8
The painting on the cover is by Hans Krusi.
Biography of Hans Krusi
http://www.edlingallery.com/dynamic/new_artist_bio.asp?ArtistID=8
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