Review
"What a beautiful poem, I am touched and honoured. There is no substitute for love-not anywhere, nor will there ever be." --
Dr. Jan Goodall Bujumbura, AfricaVladimir Swirynsky has that rare Spenserian talent for striking the reader with a blistering image and then backing off into the safe commonplace just long enough to soothe-and hold onto--the reader. In this book, concepts fuse together in fresh juxtaposition: "agony never rests on a soft pillow", braced by rhetorical questions of change and destruction, flows naturally into the poet's calm rejoicing "in the goodness of all women" In Swirynsky's work, the language of history or poems are as alive as any conversation, and his metaphors bristle with energy, "a dress made of matchbooks" A philosophical moment states an absolute truth we have never seen before, "doubt is its own obstacle; how quickly the blood remembers old tricks." Swirynsky does risk everything and he does what is impossible for many other poets. Music and truth reside here, where every day is spun by an abductd moon, and we can use a fallen angel for a bookmark. This music is Swirynsky's alone; no other mind could draft his vision; no other voice could duplicate his world. It is a privilege to be allowed entrace here. In a culture fraught with conformity and complacencyh, Vladimir Swirynsky stands out as an absolutely original talent. --
Deborah Gilbert Cleveland State UniversityVladimir Swirynsky is hot. His wrtiting burns with it, this passion to speak the lives of the many who are forgotten. He sings too with a glorious ear for words and phrasing, Intoning each poem into our consciousness. He reminds me of a young Gregory Corso or wiser Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Speaking out of the true mind of poetry into the heart of Collective America." --
Larry Smith Firelands College
About the Author
Born in Germany 1948, immigrated to America in 1952 Starting writing poetry at the age of 45, Currently over 50 poems published nationally in about 3 dozen journals and magazines Finalist last two years in Slam Poetry for Cleveland, Oh