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Author: Joshua Weiner
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Song for Thom GunnThere is no east or westin the wood you fear and seek,stumbling past a gate of mossand what you would not take.And what you thought you had(the Here that is no rest)you make from it an aidto form no east, no west.No east. No west. No needfor given map or bell,vehicle, screen, or speed.Forget the house, forget the hill.Taking its title from a set of writings found in the Dead Sea Scrolls, From the Book of Giants retunes the signal broadcast from these ancient fragments, transmitting a new sound in the shape of a Roman drain cover, in imitations of Dante and Martial, in the voice of a cricket and the hard-boiled American photographer Weegee, in elegies both public and personal, and in poems that range from the social speech of letters to the gnomic language of riddles. Out of poetrys complex of complaint and praise, Joshua Weiner discovers, in one poem, his own complicity in Empire during his sons baseball game at the White House. In another, an embroidered parrot sings a hermetic nursery rhyme to an infant after 911. From Publishers WeeklyThe most powerful poems in Weiners second collection combine narrative and lyric elements and range across subjects and kinds of speech, as in an account of a sons baseball game on the White House lawn that somehow connects the dots between Pol Pot, Cal Ripken, our current president and the Wild Cherry refrain play that funky music, white boy... till you die. A later long poem riffs on Berkeley in the 90s and intertwines the stories of a local life-artist called the Polka Dot Man and an overzealous activist killed by an overzealous cop. These poems arent political in any easy way, but have politics, memory and language at their center in a manner that recalls former poet laureate Robert Hasss work. When the lines arent tensed enough, or when Weiner (The Worlds Room, 2001) loses himself in reverie without pitting reason against it, the poems can edge toward cliche. But these moments are relatively fewWeiners formal and lyric gifts both soothe and shock in these poems. (Oct.) Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. ReviewJoshua Weiners new book is a wonderful example of how politics and art can come together in a way that is wholly unexpected. In a strange, bold amalgam of domestic narrative, political allegory, and lyric inventiveness, Weiner looks at politics from the vantage of a disaffected householder who has bizarre, visionary tendencies. The public and private spheres have completely collapsed into each other, and every attempt at solace, honest communication, or honorable action is being relentlessly undermined by the threat of death, by public lies, and by wholly inflexible ideologies that are always and everywhere diametrically opposed. But these poems in their prescience also transcend the category of political poems they are works of original perception, poetic skill, and genuine strangeness. This is a wonderfully mature and original book. (Tom Sleigh) Joshua Weiners From the Book of Giants begins and begins again in memory. Here elegy enacts its proximity to this world. While rhyming this life with the next, these stunning poems show us how the quotidian married itself to an everlasting. A piercingly moving and memorable achievement.(Claudia Rankine) In this unusually daring and wakeful blend of plainness and poetic complexity, Joshua Weiner sends a new charge through old song. Here we find controlled lavishness of techniquethe queries of dream, Joycean pun, surprising abstractions and the heartless wink of rhymecarried forward along the open themes of grief and chagrin. Rhetorically, the voice may be that of Horace as the poet pulls the knife through the surface of his own (Horatian) equanimity. Or the voice may resemble Randall Jarrells as the poems unfold the map of childhood, while at other times it calmly shows Weiners understanding of poetry as the language of difficult virtue, an insinuation of spirit curving round conventional goods.(Mary Kinzie) The most powerful poems in Weiners second collection combine narrative and lyric elements and range across subjects and kinds of speech, as in an account of a sons baseball game on the White House lawn that somehow connects the dots between Pol Pot, Cal Ripken, our current president and the Wild Cherry refrain play that funky music, white boy... till you die. A later long poem riffs on Berkeley in the 90s and intertwines the stories of a local life-artist called the Polka Dot Man and an overzealous activist killed by an overzealous cop. These poems arent political in any easy way, but have politics, memory and language at their center in a manner that recalls former poet laureate Robert Hasss work. When the lines arent tensed enough, or when Weiner (The Worlds Room, 2001) loses himself in reverie without pitting reason against it, the poems can edge toward cliche. But these moments are relatively fewWeiners formal and lyric gifts both soothe and shock in these poems. (Publishers Weekly 2006-10-16)
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