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5.0 out of 5 stars
A beautiful book, inside and out...., April 11, 2005
This review is from: The Death of Sardanapalus and Other Poems of the Iraq Wars (Paperback)
Early reviews of this book extol David Ray's poetry. Among the accolades are: "relentlessly devastating"; "the master work"; "a visionary blessing"; and "exquisitely beautiful." The Death of Sardanapalus goes far beyond those words of praise. From the breathtaking cover and art work to David Ray's words, the entire presentation is of the highest quality. As a reviewer, I must struggle to do this fine work justice.
From ancient times, when Persians, Greeks, and Romans plagued the world with wars, poetic voices have been raised in protest. It requires as much courage to protest as it does to take up arms. Through the ages, dissenters have been shunned, persecuted, or killed in an attempt to silence them. Each war to end all war is made to seem heroic and patriotic by those in power at the time. David Ray looks to past wars and long dead civilizations, drawing disturbing correlations to the powers waging war today. He does not spare himself or readers the lingering sorrow and horror of 9/11. Nor does he sidestep the sticky politics involved with the Iraqui wars. You'll find no politically correct drivel here. This poet shines a penetrating light on smokescreens and enlightens as he educates. It shocked me to comprehend, for example, that what our political powers call "collateral damage" today was labeled ethnic cleansing in the days of Hitler and Stalin:
Although I know it is naive, perverse, and infantile,
I cannot stop thinking of the children of Baghdad
who will soon be dealt with as if they are no more
than dust of the street, clay figurines to be shattered.
The crux of our present deterioration within America's boundaries can be boiled down to its essence in one poem, titled "Congress":
A few good women
spoke up
and a few good men.
The others voted
Gung-ho for war.
And then gave more
billions every time
they were asked although
we cannot afford
such luxuries as
health care, clean air,
or voting machines
that will guarantee
an honest election --
the last thing desired
in our unique democracy.
Weapons of mass destruction haunt our world and this poet's thoughts. Americans watch the news for warning signs that air or water have been targeted by terrorists. Meanwhile, in "WMDS Anew", David Ray presents a view that many of us may have missed:
On the freight siding
the cars of DuPont and Dow
stand ready to serve.
Tax paying citizens, going about their daily lives, have responsibilities too. Regrettably, America lost her innocence long before 9/11. Ray makes that clear in this excerpt from "A Vision Emergency:
.....Peasants are fleeing
our planes, and we who fund a war
machine, even the gentlest among us,
are no longer the good people even
in our own eyes. Fear gathers around
towns and cities all over the earth
and we are what is feared, as Rome
once was.....
It's been said that poetry is man's way of expressing the inexpressible. In The Death of Sardanapalus, David Ray weaves the inexpressible into every word, each poem, clearly and without the usual disguises. His work is shocking, thought provoking and sad because he has not given up on hope. Not entirely. He still hopes poetry can make a difference.
We looked forward to a clean millennium,
free of murder. But imagine our naievete!
Yet I praise our futile efforts, our going down
with our words the way soldiers fall in battles.
My compliments to David Ray and Howling Dog Press for this amazing book. If there is any justice left in the world, it will be a modern classic.
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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
An impassioned, no-holds-barred critique, March 8, 2005
This review is from: The Death of Sardanapalus and Other Poems of the Iraq Wars (Paperback)
The Death of Sardanapalus & Other Poems of the Iraq Wars is an impassioned, no-holds-barred critique written during the first term of President George W. Bush up to the election of 2004. Vividly exposing the blunders, the pandering to military and corporate wants, and the hoaxes that fueled Bush's "war on terrorism" in Iraq, these free-verse poems are as eloquent as they are biting. A fierce and passionate indictment of the war and every disgrace American has committed within it. "Deja Vu": This leader is a very special head of state. / He can detain anyone he wants, / need give no explanation or say / where these people have disappeared to / or whether they will ever be released / or whether they are still alive. // His name, you might say, was Joseph Stalin. / His name, you might say, was Saddam Hussein. / But you would be living in the past, / back when habeas corpus did not mean / you may recover the corpse when we're done it.
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