Sweet Son of Pan [Paperback]

Trebor Healey (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: July 10, 2006

Sweet Son of Pan is a collection of erotic poems, born of crushes, love affairs, fantasies, dreams, and real experiences with men from around the world. These poems are written in a mood of devotion, a praise through language of the sweetest garden we enter as physical beings. They are a response to the sadness that is often a consequence of sex; the fear that so unnecessarily surrounds it; the disrespect that is visited upon it. They are wishes; elegies for our lost brothers--and for the parts of our selves that our lost; parts we rediscover. They are a reaffirmation of sexual freedom and the wisdom that can be gained from the journey along that path--glimpses of paradise, our oneness and timelessness--and if we are lucky, of a small horned creature with cloven hooves who reminds us we came here only to share, and to share joyfully.

Editorial Reviews

Review

Trebor Healey is not only a priest of Eros and a sweet son of the randy god Pan, but a poet whose work would make his literary forebears proud. His lyrics extend Walt Whitman's and Allen Ginsberg's poetic missions into the twenty-first century, celebrating masculinity and the magnetic power of the male body, singing the delights of sexual freedom and sensual variety. --Jeff Mann, author of Bones Washed with Wine

…vibrating with a sexual heat turned all the way up to Transcendence. I am going to wear this book out. --horehound stillpoint, author of Reincarnation Woes

This book brims with bodily fluids and seduces the reader with brilliant humor and irresistible imagery. --Emanuel Xavier, editor of Bullets & Butterflies: queer spoken word poetry

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Foreword by Gavin Geoffrey Dillard

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Product Details

• Paperback: 136 pages
• Publisher: Suspect Thoughts Press (July 10, 2006)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0977158217
• ISBN-13: 978-0977158218
• Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5 x 0.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,036,346 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

Trebor Healey is an American poet and novelist. He was born in San Francisco, raised in Seattle, and studied English Literature at the University of California, Berkeley. He spent his twenties in San Francisco, where he was active in the spoken word scene of the late 80s and early 90s, publishing 5 chapbooks of poetry as well as numerous poems and short stories in various reviews, journals, anthologies and zines. He received both the Ferro-Grumley Fiction Award and the Violet Quill Award for his first novel, Through It Came Bright Colors.

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Best poetry I've read since Pinero., December 30, 2006

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Matty Lee "Matty Lee" (Los Angels, CA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Sweet Son of Pan (Paperback)

This collection of poems is not gay or straight, it's awesome! I haven't been into poetry for years now and some of my best friends are poets. I buy the books, read the mags and attend the readings in order to support the art, but I must admit that most of what I've liked has come with an "explicit lyric" warning attached to the front cover. That's right...the best poetry I've heard lately is in song lyrics and not in print. That is until I read Sweet Son of Pan. I love Pinero because he said "write what you know". If you do that and you're for real, people will know because it will shine through. Nobody, including Mr. Healey can tell me he made this all up. His poems are alive with feelings. I could feel the sweat and taste the...well you get the point. His poems are real and raw and hot and exploding with emotion. Most of all, they move. Not sitting in some dark closet waiting to be discovered, but stomping down the street like a man; a man walking tall. Some of my favorites are: The Hustler, San Gabriel Valley, MLK Jr. Blvd., We Started out Janitors, Thanksgiving and Iowa.

I' greatly anticipating the new novel.

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Pan Lives!, August 9, 2006

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Sven Davisson "Ashé Journal" (Maine) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Sweet Son of Pan (Paperback)

As Gavin Geoffrey Dillard observes in his introduction, some of the most powerful spiritual poetry has its roots in the erotic--Whitman, Blake, Rumi, Mirabai. Like his forebears, Healey is a shaman of the word. This collection is a fitting homage to the randy cloven-hooved demigod. The poetry invokes the god into the reader (the shaman's unwitting co-conspirator). The god then reaches down, drawing forth the most carnal, and coaxes it, like a serpent, to the crown. Quickly one realizes that spirit is spirit--a continuity of being from the chthonic to the divine.

William Burroughs wrote, in his Apolcalypse, of a cry heard by mariners off the coast of Tuskini: "The great god pan is dead." Now that Trebor Healey has proven himself to be the god's sweet son, I have every suspicion that news of Pan's death has been greatly exaggerated. (Ashe Journal #5.2)

5.0 out of 5 stars Sweet Son of Pan, Indeed, July 29, 2007

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Ian R. Titus - See all my reviews
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The poems in Trebor Healey's wonderful, sexy collection SWEET SON OF PAN range from the down and dirty to the movingly sublime. Steeped in myth and in all aspects of the erotic, Healey's poetry is a celebration of male beauty and of the complexity of emotions men feel for each other. It is a book brimming with inventive word play and irreverence. Highlights include the beautifully perverse "Jonas' Fiat," "My IRA Boy," "The Star Spangled B****," "Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd., South Central L.A." ( a gorgeous, erotic prayer calling for the end of racial/religious hatred) and the heartbreaking "These Are the Places Where I Am Broken," but really there isn't a loser here; it is one of the few poetry collections I've read all the way through and which I come back to again and again. Like Rumi and Whitman before him, Trebor Healey reminds us that while we are here in this crazy world we should love truly, madly, and deeply.

If you get a chance to hear Mr. Healey read, please do so; he's an amazing reader who gives his words a sinuously erotic charge.