October 6, 2012

Foster, McIntosh & Pines at Poets House - 10/11

Please Help Celebrate Marsh Hawk Press's Fall Books at Poets House
Edward Foster's Dire Straits
Paul Pines's Divine Madness
Thursday, October 11th - 6:00 to 8:00
Elizabeth Kray Hall
Poet's House
10 River Terrace, New York, NY 10282
Readings by the poets, lots of good eats and drinks, good talk - All Are Welcome!
Edward Foster's Dire Straits:
"Edward Foster's . . . poems suspend themselves just above language, connotative of some understanding — perhaps common to all of us — that recedes at the brink of words. It is just on this cusp, with some doubt, some explaining, that we find Foster, and trust him to guide us on an impossible course." 
Brooklyn Rail
"Foster writes with great economy. His words feel chiseled and dovetailed into place. Like Zukofsky, Foster evinces the meticulous care of a seasoned cabinet maker. But it is out of this economy that he finds the richness that he is looking for.... Foster, who likes the muted registers and stunning clarity of the black and white photography he often includes in his books, is engrossed by the dialectic between art and life and the complexities and ambiguities of human emotion. This is his strait. His narrows. He doesn't just articulate ideas, he struggles against them. His poetry has as edgy undercurrent. It doesn't settle. It searches for where the words begin."— John Olson
"McIntosh's imagination is so vivid that the primary response to [his poetry] is delight." —American Book Review
"I don't like people calling writing 'gorgeous' but this really is gorgeous writing. What a crazy/delicious world McIntosh invents."—Lanford Wilson
Paul Pines's Divine Madness:
"[. . .] an extended meditation on...the psychic wormholes that allow instantaneous travel along our internal galaxies, that hide just underneath the next memory, the next sentence, and behind the all, the ALL itself—unknowable, perhaps, but in Pines' poetry nearly imaginable." — American Book Review
"Pines goes right to the radical nature of metaphor in poetry, not ornament but sudden discernment:  sharp observation of historical events and natural things leads directly, deeply, to moral awareness.  His lines seem to question the assertions they embody:  interrogate by interruption.  He is the quiet sage who makes everything in his room a tender plaything."   Robert Kelly

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