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God Breaketh Not All Men's Hearts Alike: New & Later Collected Poems Hardcover – November 29, 2011
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• "Magisterial, the book’s verbal generosity and bravura, its humanity make it a continuing delight." --Marilyn Hacker
• "I love Stanley Moss’s poetry. Again and again, coming upon a poem of Stanley Moss’s I have had the feeling of being taken by surprise, not simply by the eloquence and the direct authenticity of the language, for I have come to expect those in his poems. The surprise comes from the nature of his poetry itself, and from the mystery that his poems confront and embody." --W.S. Merwin
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The poems are generally presented in reverse chronological order. This arrangement focuses on Moss' most recent poems, written in his 80s, which I think are his strongest. Moss writes in a highly-charged, flamboyant, and bravura style. I thought of other Jewish poets such as the late Samuel Menashe whose minimalist, quiet, reserved voice is at the opposite end of the poetic spectrum from that of Moss. Descriptive adjectives, nouns, actions, persons, and thoughts are thrown at the reader in an almost unending cascade. The poem "A History of Color" captures much of the brilliant, collage of Moss' writing. The poems also have a sense of irony and self-mockery as Moss makes fun of himself, deflates his tone, and refers to himself deprecatingly as "Stanley" or "SM". The poems are written in stanzas and frequently use rhyme. Most of the poems are short and many consist of a sonnet-like structure of 15 or 16 lines. The poems immediately captured my attention. As the book proceeds, my interest was not always sustained. On occasion, I felt on emotional overdrive, and on occasion some weak writing. But on the whole this is a stunning collection.Read more ›
Truth be told the poems I enjoyed the most aren't worth mentioning in polite company simply because in many cases he's chosen junior high material like snot and scatalogical references. Other poems delve into religion with the grace of a child jumping in mud puddles. Though the thoughts and turmoil are real, the poetry exceptional, the ideas just seems to be careless (sometimes his religious poems come across like a waiter wearing a tux and presenting a silver platter filled with bacon to a devout Muslim during Ramadan). Though his thoughts are particularly deep on these subjects, it's the subjects themselves and the way they are broached that appear offensive or out of context.
I think Moss is a great poet in his own right and he does have several surreal poems of a finer quality in this collection. I'm just not a fan.
Actually it was another Robin, on Amazon who got me onto this rapturing book, for which I am again in his debt. Doubtless I would have eventually gotten to it after "The Intelligence of Clouds". Stanley is a joker. Love becomes a study of the word itself, now alive as "L" is the ready male to the female "V" and "O" is their mouth. Elsewhere it is the blind man who plays bluff and cannot find himself. Stanley makes his name silly in place of the formal Ishmael - Call me Stanley. He covers himself in Hardy Laurels, while the Marx Brothers appear in a trope on the Greek ideal of "Know Thyself", with Oedipus as the poster child. He knows how to drive tragedy comic.
Bugs and flowers and water especially are everywhere. His poems are teeming with life run riot. And life is randy. Everything is holy promiscuity. God has a womb; femaleness is everywhere. His reference to Saint Teresa is Bernini's statue capture of ecstasy (more on art later). His sexy winds of summer are well needed, for Stanley is full of beans, and not a little Whitman too. He has that outdoorsy voice, loud and clear, that Walt exulted all over creation. These are poems for a bright sunny day, breezy yet pungent.
Nowhere is Stanley more pantheist than in his SONG OF NO GOD, an anti-psalm, where he takes a good poke at man creating god in his own image out of ultimately perishable materials. On the other hand he pokes fun at man-made idols. Golden calves do no good; only real ones do.Read more ›
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wonderful poet, interesting, readable, understandable, human and intelligent. every poem is a full and rich experience. Read morePublished on November 17, 2013 by Jbyz
I don't know why this book doesn't speak to me more than it does. I had high hopes, based on the author's reputation; I was perhaps expecting Lew Welch or Kenneth Rexroth. Read morePublished on April 11, 2013 by Kevin L. Nenstiel
The intensity and disatisfaction with which Moss views the world were such that I had a hard time entering into and enjoying his poems. Read morePublished on March 17, 2013 by David Ross
Let me start by saying that I have loved poetry since I was 13 years old and have almost 400 books of poetry & prose. I'd never heard of Mr. Read morePublished on December 30, 2012 by Marion
The bad news and also the good news is that Stanley Moss is more interesting than his poetry. I won't go into the 'technical' aspects of his poems, for others have addressed that... Read morePublished on August 14, 2012 by Zoeeagleeye
Stanley Moss, longtime poetry publisher , has let loose with this collection, his summa. Over 300 poems, filled with sharp 0bservations from sex to the Warsaw Ghetto. Read morePublished on November 17, 2011 by A. Hogan
Stanley Moss is a poet comfortable in free verse, rhymed verse, and near-rhymed poetry. He covers numerous subjects, but his overriding theme is his ongoing struggle with God,... Read morePublished on October 20, 2011 by Russ Mayes
No, I didn't count the poems for an exact number, but at 350 or so pages, GOD BREAKETH NOT ALL MEN'S HEARTS ALIKE could, conceivably, gift you with a poem a day. Read morePublished on October 14, 2011 by Ken C.
I sometimes feel as though we're living in an age of small poets. Its the kids - graduates of MFA writing programs, writing very personal work about lives that have not had a... Read morePublished on October 14, 2011 by Richard Wells