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For the Comfort of Automated Phrases Paperback – July 17, 2012
Intrusion: A Novel
A loving couple, grieving the loss of their son, finds their marriage in free fall when a beautiful, long-lost acquaintance inserts herself into their lives. Learn More
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Now with her first full length collection -- loving put together by the always amazing Sibling Rivalry Press -- Cassady's work is now available to the much larger audience it deserves. Each poem unravels like an almost forgotten home movie: vivid and real, and freshly being remembered. Cassady's keen eye frames life as it is: beautiful and quiet as a morning in bed with your wife; or loud and bewildering as a fireworks to a nephew with autism; or as real and true as love letters you write to cities every morning during your commute.
Cassady captures so much in her poems -- love, fear, sex, loneliness, moonpies, tv shows, Lady Gaga & Elvis Presley -- but she does not try to change or distort them to fit her own purpose. What is funny she allows to ring true with laughter; what is sad, she allows to sing its low notes. She sees herself as she was, as she is, and as she could be, and plays these chords wondrously through out all her poems. It is delight to watch this poet shine a spotlight on her world, and not just claim it all, but love it all: the good and the bad.
I hope "For the Comfort of Automated Phrases" allows more people to experience Jane Cassady & her work, and if you have a chance to see her live, I strongly suggest you do... and not just because she sometimes brings cupcakes to share!
YOUR ART HISTORIAN DAUGHTER HAS NEVER BEEN PROUDER
On my way home form the Thanksgiving weekend
when my first niece was born
and New York was still trying to find its breath,
we stopped at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
on the way home form my sister's in-laws on Long Island.
I like to be alone in museums,
so we looked around separately,
but when we met up outside the Abstract Expressionists
`I was looking at this red painting that covered a shoe wall
and I realized oh, I get it!
It's just red.Read more ›
'you were the one who taught me/that you never wear a band's T-shirt/to that band's show'
And I never read a poem about Scrabble before! 'I will not dump the pew out this time.' Heh heh