Literature in the right sense, 'news that stay news.' The structure of the verses holds because it lies on a fertile terrain, rich in local culture and in social and spiritual hints...the blind and deaf will be able to see by following the antennas of such poetry. Mary de Rachewiltz, Castle Brunnenberg, Italy If I could remember all of the details of dreams, the delights and confusions and terrors of dreams, then I would have written this book. With his typical skill at creating evocative and surprising images and lyrical music, George Wallace has given this reader dream after tantalizing dream, each bathed in human recognition and often sprinkled with political edginess. Carol Hamilton, Former Poet Laureate, Oklahoma George Wallace is my patron saint of contemporary mystic realism - or maybe that should be realistic mysticism? For those of us privileged to know him, his life flows with the same world-defying rhythm as his words. For those yet to meet the man, the poems in this collection are a foretaste of the transcendent communion with people and the planet that his presence never fails to evoke. Taste and see Gareth Higgins, Irish School of Ecumenics, Trinity College, Dublin
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"His poetry is neither conventional nor even 'conventionally' atypical... this volume is filled with poetic ghosts who, doglike, seem to chase their own poetic tails: Bukowski is an echo in this volume, and Kerouac, and Ginsberg, though Whitman's in here, too..." The Pedestal Magazine "...simple but eloquent, rich with meaning and easily understood. Anyone who ever loved or needed love should read these poems." -- Laurel Johnson, Review Editor New Works Review
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As poetry goes, fame comes last. George Wallace, if I was in charge, would be herald the minstrel mountain troubadog of joyous bark and babble. A true wizard in the art of language, as beat, paint or something to stand in. By and away the furthest word from a man of mouth. The last 10 or so poems in this collection could alone blow your head into cupcakes. It did me. Recommended highly.
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