By Paul Fericano
In The Hollywood Catechism, his newest selection of poems, Paul Fericano shines a vivid searchlight on our habit to popular culture, our fixation on big name worship, and our suspicion of non secular rules. every one poem is a small lens flipped to bare an alternative universe into which the reader enters bravely with out go out check in sight. Fericano’s targeted viewpoint is marked by means of a ability and skill that blends socio-political satire with discomfort and sentiment. within the approach, he manages to recognize our shenanigans and rejoice our humanity.
Elizabeth Taylor, Jesus, and Joe DiMaggio sign up for arms with Freud, the 3 Stooges, and Ann Landers, as Burt Lancaster, Charles Bukowski, and Johnny Unitas holiday bread with Wallace Stevens, Dean Martin, and Dinah Shore. And as U2’s Bono and Tyrone Power’s Zorro hang-out every one other’s goals, the Marx Brothers talk about opera with Oprah. From the wickedly satirical “Sinatra, Sinatra” and its use of the crooner’s identify in useless, to the irreverent charm of “The Actor’s Creed,” “The Halle Berry” and “Prayer of the conversing Head,” Fericano’s lampoons are both deft. The book’s empathetic “Howl of Lon Chaney, Jr.” isn't just a luminous parody of Allen Ginsberg’s epic poem “Howl,” yet a beautiful paintings that stands by itself merits.
American/British poet and critic, Robert Peake, captured it top while he wrote: “Paul’s poetry is a unique flip of mind—able to comb up humor, irony, and deep feeling in a successful trifecta. it's accurately within the second i'm guffawing in a Paul Fericano poem that my protect is down. it truly is then whilst Paul slips in a modicum of pathos, reminding me of ways advanced it's to be human, how, as Virginia Woolf places it in Mrs. Dalloway, ‘dangerous it really is to reside even only one day.’ those are poems that learn just like the messages in a bottle that will be written by means of the final sane guy in the world, whilst everybody else has long gone mad.”
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By Katrina Roberts
In Underdog, poet Katrina Roberts attracts on wide-ranging old and cultural assets to contemplate questions of id, to invite us to meditate on how every one folks is �other� - local, immigrant, sojourner, alien - and to envision our at-once shared and international frontiers and margins. during the booklet, the writer�s �home� turns into a palimpsest of characters erased and resurrected. In boldly creative poems, she addresses the lives of chinese language immigrants, the allure of African Dogon tribal lore, the heroics and defeats of artists, canines astronauts, and Mexican farm employees, to call only a few.
Dramatic and lyrical, many poems turn into repositories for spells, stories, and stories. right here landscapes are faces to be studied and memorized; forgotten and missed legends and gadgets (whether quotidian, pop-cultural, historic, or obscure), in addition to characters from this planet and past, are retrieved and said. different poems are concise prismatic shards, refracting and looking particular that means or even attractiveness in a global that's usually either unpredictable and inscrutable. All are stitched including unflinching compassion and a willing wish to endure witness, to understand anything of the self�s relevance in an international context.
The poems, frequently meticulously researched, are difficult matrices of institutions, translations, re-imaginings. Age-old mind-body questions emerge: how did we get the following, those poems ask urgently, and in what methods do we keep it up? What does it suggest �to be� and �to belong� in occasions of concern? They ask yourself at how contributors in the course of the a while have dealt with, frequently with grace, large injustice, they usually search to appreciate the mysteries of our perpetual migrations clear of and towards each one other.
Their Flight is essentially Silent
He says something meaningits contrary. earlier than water begins to run,an soreness within the jaw leaves mespeechless. A packet of images: every one face has beencut out. This one: me, a baby keeping a wafer
of sky - a robin�s egg. They used to claim you haveher eyes. one other: wrists slashedby gentle, lifted to provide the area a melon, stuck uphair in a twist off the shoulders, the neck,my neck - very unlikely and chic - a swan�s.
Such grace shocks me. who's this? That nightbefore the child died: barn owls calling acrossthe creek. Did he say: pay attention them? Neverto be born in any respect; a few peoplewould say no longer even a toddler, no longer �viable.�
A small sound - sizzle of baconcurling on a flat black pan, unseen. His armsre-crossed. And this vesselmade of ash, this monument risingfrom dirt? I didn�t wish any of it and that i acknowledged so.