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Theres a kind of synesthesia that occurs while reading Kevin Dyers poetry. The dust gets under your skin, theres a scent of sand, of heat and spices, the rush of a river. The impact is nearly visceral, evocative, sometimes almost other-worldly. Whatever the experience, I cant read it without feeling altered in some way, as if Ive been on a journey into the essence of being or un-being; sometimes incendiary, often tender, the heart breaks open a bit wider. This collection of poetry unflinchingly refuses to look away from the everyday distillation of experience, vast in scope and yet impossibly infinitesimal in detail, a taste of the world on your tongue. Susannah Rose Woods
P>Review In Kevin Dyers poems, words are Polaroids which develop into moods; landscapes, drawn in deft strokes, manifest a slice of experience, a rich inner world. The landscapes? A cab in Riyadh, a street in Burma, a New York City apartment - this book is global in scope, local in focus. In "Mission of Burma," new and old worlds, powerful and powerless, co-exist: "beneath the edifice of The Government Telegraph Office / feathered hens dangle from the back of a bicycle / and the power goes out." When the poems venture into abstraction, they earn it in the specificity and humility of their images. "Empty Quarter 7" somehow manages to describe nothingness without cliche and without losing touch with its stand-in--desert sand. In these meticulously imagined poems, the everyday segues to the universal and somehow both sides of the metaphor remain steadfast. This is how you earn metaphor. Still, the speaker stands vigil against ill-advised leaps: "The Empty Quarter is no metaphor. / It is pure desert, nothing more. / Its borders--shift--so that it is / never mapped with any accuracy." The few metered and rhymed seem effortless, organic, marking the movements of wind and water. Sound is key - as critical as image: The wind in the leaves delivers reassuring sibilance: "an oceanic swell through the skittering, serrated leaves, / laying waste to the / last of the summer trees." These are spare, ageless poems, quiet and sometimes somber--yet many also deliver flashes of humor in dry observation. In "Red Sea #7: English as a Second Language," students have "only one wife since its too expensive anymore to keep / two or three." And there is hope: one dark day in Central Park, a blind squirrel "did something in the nimble way he took peanuts" from the speakers "invisible hand." These poems offer alleyways for shaping small miracles from dust. In "Public Authority," "What if you had instead of a target, a sign someone stuck on your back that said / Whatever happens, Im always here." Lisa Carl About the Author: Kevin Dyer received an MA in literature from San Francisco State University. A native Californian, he has spent most of his post-collegiate life living and working inside and outside of the United States-New York, Florida, North Carolina, Micronesia, Indonesia, Myanmar, Saudi Arabia, and Oman.GTIN: 9780692814413
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