From Library Journal
Lux is an entertaining and inventive poet, painfully aware of the "half promised land" of death, which he opposes with a powerful imagination. We are all "taught away from poetry" in school, a situation Lux seeks to reverse by making us see through his eyes. Thus, darkness descends "like ink/ dropped in sugar." The sky becomes "a blue turtle," and an old barn begins "to buckle like an ancient mule." Lux heightens the reader's sensory awarness on every page, evoking a whole range of imagery, not merely the visual but the auditory ("the whamp , whamp of an eel bashed on a wooden wharf") and the olfactory ("smell/ of dirt on cabbage, the snow-/ on-your-arm smell"). These sensations, Lux reminds us, are precious precisely because they could be "eaten" up at any moment by "Zyklon B, rads, megatons." Highly recommended for all collections. Daniel L. Guillory, English Dept., Millikin Univ., Decatur, Ill.
Copyright 1986 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Copyright 1986 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Review
After A Few Whiffs Of Another World
At The Far End Of A Long Wharf
Beneath The Apple Branches Bent Dumbly
The Crows Of Boston And New York
The Dark Comes On In Blocks, In Cubes
Dr. Goebbels's Novels
Early On, This Decade's Light Smelled
Empty Pitchforks
The Fourth Grade
Give It To The Wind
The Great Books Of The Dead
His Job Is Honest And Simple
His Spine Curved Just Enough
Hospital View
If I Die Before I Wake
It Must Be The Monk In Me
It's The Little Towns I Like
Like A Wide Anvil From The Moon The Light
The Milkman And His Son
Moon-annoyed, Cognac's Ashen Thrill
Night Above The Town
The Night So Bright A Squirrel Reads
On Resumption Of The Military Draft
The Oxymoron Sisters
Pedestrian
Sailing, Islands
Sleep For Bears
Sleepmask Dithyrambic
Snake Lake
Somebody's Aunt Out Swabbing Her Birdbath
The Swimming Pool
Tarantulas On The Lifebuoy
A Tenth Of A Cent A Stitch
There Were Some Summers
The Thirst Of Turtles
Triptych, Middle Panel Burning
Via Posthumia
When I'm Gone
Wife Hits Moose
You Go To School To Learn
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder® --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
At The Far End Of A Long Wharf
Beneath The Apple Branches Bent Dumbly
The Crows Of Boston And New York
The Dark Comes On In Blocks, In Cubes
Dr. Goebbels's Novels
Early On, This Decade's Light Smelled
Empty Pitchforks
The Fourth Grade
Give It To The Wind
The Great Books Of The Dead
His Job Is Honest And Simple
His Spine Curved Just Enough
Hospital View
If I Die Before I Wake
It Must Be The Monk In Me
It's The Little Towns I Like
Like A Wide Anvil From The Moon The Light
The Milkman And His Son
Moon-annoyed, Cognac's Ashen Thrill
Night Above The Town
The Night So Bright A Squirrel Reads
On Resumption Of The Military Draft
The Oxymoron Sisters
Pedestrian
Sailing, Islands
Sleep For Bears
Sleepmask Dithyrambic
Snake Lake
Somebody's Aunt Out Swabbing Her Birdbath
The Swimming Pool
Tarantulas On The Lifebuoy
A Tenth Of A Cent A Stitch
There Were Some Summers
The Thirst Of Turtles
Triptych, Middle Panel Burning
Via Posthumia
When I'm Gone
Wife Hits Moose
You Go To School To Learn
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder® --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
