โ Scribed by Kenyon, Michael
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Poems of disturbing beauty, examining personal and collective loss.
This is Michael Kenyon's third full-length collection of poems. His poetry and fiction have always been alert to the underside, the angularity of the outcast, those forced by temperament or predilection or circumstance to the fringes of middle class life. Here, it is insight itself that pushes the speakers closer to the edge. The world of these poems is dark: Kenyon names and owns our clear cuts, our overpopulation, our fossil-fueled rush to oblivion, the violence embedded in sexuality. This is a book of expanded elegy, clear-eyed, unflinching amid the wreckage of its loves.
...It is useless to
choose a direction: current must find us.
At last we swim away from each other
to make the storm less jealous, old stars freeze
the water, earthquakes calve an island, and
another me adores another you
inland.
- from "The Stars"
Fiercely elegiac, jaggedly sexual, The Last House stands on...
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