ISBN 978-91-977437-4-7
order@kaminipress.com
This new little collection of splake's shorter poems, edited by Henry Denander, provides a nice entree into the large body of work tks has produced since, as the author bio at the back of the book tells us, 1989, when splake took early retirement from his job as a college professor to devote his time in contest with the "damn lady muse". These poems look back in time to the poet's beginnings and forward to the present day and his continuing search for some sort of truth that transcends the blandness of our ordinary lives and expectations, which he sees, rightly, as a death-in-life. If we push ourselves to the edge of possibility there is something waiting that lifts us beyond death, beyond ourselves, if only for a passing moment. And if you never make it to that holy shining light (which is emphatically not the light of Heaven), so the poems seem to say, you have ennobled yourself anyway by giving it a try. In this age when the System that we live under turns us into cash-disgorging manageable drones, that is a pretty revolutionary message.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The Beatnik Returns (Again)
The BEATNIK is back again after a long lay off caused by a lot of stuff you can root out on the other blog SUFFOLK PUNCH (http://bluefredpress.blogspot.com) if you have a mind, the illness of your esteemed editor and the need to hold down a day job I just gave up being chief among them. Welcome back to the best little poetry and review page on the internet ho ho ho beep beep (as a friend of mine would say).
What's planned for this second (or third) return? Nothing, in particular. I don't make promises to myself or anyone else anymore anyway because I know that some perversity/ obstinacy in my DNA means that as soon as I make a promise, I'm duty bound to break it. But keep an eye on us, if you want to. Who knows? You might read something you like.
Oh, and when this page went out into the world before it did so with the wrong email address attached for submissions. So if you sent anything, please try again. Send work to bruce.hodder@hotmail.co.uk
What's planned for this second (or third) return? Nothing, in particular. I don't make promises to myself or anyone else anymore anyway because I know that some perversity/ obstinacy in my DNA means that as soon as I make a promise, I'm duty bound to break it. But keep an eye on us, if you want to. Who knows? You might read something you like.
Oh, and when this page went out into the world before it did so with the wrong email address attached for submissions. So if you sent anything, please try again. Send work to bruce.hodder@hotmail.co.uk
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