From the first
poem in the collection After
So Many Fires by Jeremiah Webster, you know you’ve entered a landscape
different from so many contemporary collections. There is no irony, no cast of
a jaundiced eye or air of boredom and disillusionment, no personal angst or
confession.
Instead, in the
poem “Credo,” we discover the immense discomfort of attempting to live a
structured life in a world gone mad: “There is the torching: / novels, martyrs,
torching / of twenty-one centuries as the world falls apart. / I study my books
/ as the world falls apart.”
To continue
reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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