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Night Chant

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ISBN-13: 978-1590213711
ISBN-10: 1590213718
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Not a word is wasted in these short poems, which bloom and burst with colorful imagery. Heightened language and metaphors illuminate dark subjects - Matthew Shepard's death, junkies, partners lost in car crashes - while the vagaries of birth, sexuality and memory are brought into shocking focus by Andrew Demcak's alchemist pen. - Collin Kelley

Into a richly macabre cityscape, the poems in Andrew Demcak's fourth collection expose their secrets, from the desire of unbearable addictions to the shocking violence of hate crimes. They converge into the urgent whispered voices we hear following us in the dark. They become night chants. - Charles Jensen

The poems in Andrew Demcak's NIGHT CHANT are as conscious of the ghosts in the room as they are the living bodies. Through myth, they look for the secret life behind Eros with daring, candor, wildness, and wit. If you want simple consolation, go elsewhere. If you want to read poems that are dazzling and true, see here. -Paul Lisicky

About the Author

ANDREW DEMCAK is an award-winning poet and novelist who has been widely published and anthologized both in print and on-line.
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Product Details

  • Paperback: 90 pages
  • Publisher: Lethe Press (October 1, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1590213718
  • ISBN-13: 978-1590213711
  • Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.2 x 9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #4,831,926 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Grady Harp HALL OF FAMETOP 100 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on October 10, 2011
Format: Kindle Edition
In one of his best poetry collections to date Andrew Demcak, in NIGHT CHANT, manages to suffuse erotic thoughts with weavings from nature forms that make his poems not only sing taboo airs but lifts them to the realm of universals, songs that everyone can intone without prejudice. He is a master of making beautiful the raw core of sexual encounters - men with men, men with fantasies, coital imitations - and he paces his passions with the seduction of the gloaming as it makes preludes of encounters that could only be sung as night chants.

Where Demcak shines most brightly is his uncanny sense of description of acts, be those acts of the passion of sensual satisfaction or the act of being birthed, the spectre of addiction, the loss of loved ones or simply noting natural forces of seed and flowering. But as with describing all poets it is best to let their words take the focus:
CROSSING THE WATER
A slit is open in the promising bay.

It's you,
a sunless siren,
no longer keeping the advice of her pale fishes.

The boat of your body enters the deep,
its shadow ferried from spirit world.

A slap, a cry.

Day fills with hurried oars.

Doctors ring you like paper lanterns,
their guiding lights on the black lake.

Your form shakes from the darkness,
crossing the water.

EAVESDROPPER, 1990
Notice his damp curtains as the drafts pass.
He happens upon those topics like need, absently.

His queer kind of alchemy.
A predecessor marked by cashmere scarf, red smear on his neck.

Upon sicker bone, dying bones he piles.
Malicious firebug loose in someone's distractions.

So-and-so's lover tested positive!
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In one of his best poetry collections to date Andrew Demcak, in NIGHT CHANT, manages to suffuse erotic thoughts with weavings from nature forms that make his poems not only sing taboo airs but lifts them to the realm of universals, songs that everyone can intone without prejudice. He is a master of making beautiful the raw core of sexual encounters - men with men, men with fantasies, coital imitations - and he paces his passions with the seduction of the gloaming as it makes preludes of encounters that could only be sung as night chants.

Where Demcak shines most brightly is his uncanny sense of description of acts, be those acts of the passion of sensual satisfaction or the act of being birthed, the spectre of addiction, the loss of loved ones or simply noting natural forces of seed and flowering. But as with describing all poets it is best to let their words take the focus:
CROSSING THE WATER
A slit is open in the promising bay.

It's you,
a sunless siren,
no longer keeping the advice of her pale fishes.

The boat of your body enters the deep,
its shadow ferried from spirit world.

A slap, a cry.

Day fills with hurried oars.

Doctors ring you like paper lanterns,
their guiding lights on the black lake.

Your form shakes from the darkness,
crossing the water.

EAVESDROPPER, 1990
Notice his damp curtains as the drafts pass.
He happens upon those topics like need, absently.

His queer kind of alchemy.
A predecessor marked by cashmere scarf, red smear on his neck.

Upon sicker bone, dying bones he piles.
Malicious firebug loose in someone's distractions.

So-and-so's lover tested positive!
Read more ›
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