Barry Gifford's newest collection of poetry captures the disarray of a life lived with passion, and in many places. In his signature laconic style, Gifford ponders serendipitous acquaintances, mourns the deaths of old friends and squandered relationships, and writes light and love-filled notes to his daughter and granddaughter. An evocative collection from an enduring voice.
"It's like this: It's late at night, or very early in the morning, and you're walking down an empty street, and everything is utterly still and silent; and then you pass by an apartment building and someone on the third floor has a window open, and you hear some music playing, very softly. The music bounces off the walls of the buildings and you can make out the tune, pure and intimate and playing just for you. And that's what you get with Barry Gifford's poetry. It's direct, tender, wry, and heartbreaking." —Rob Christopher, Chicagoist
“There’s no one like Barry Gifford, which is the best reason to read him. . . . His writing is like a lightning rod discharging all the shocking energies of our society.” —Richard Dyer, Boston Globe
“Gifford never fails to illuminate what Jack Kerouac called the ‘jewel center of interest,’ the arresting image or moment in time that invites the reader to become part of it.” —John Hicks, New Orleans Review
“At his best, Gifford recalls William Carlos Williams: particular, lyrical but laconic, compassionate but unsentimental.” —Publishers Weekly
New York, 1960: Poems by Barry Gifford (used)
Curbside Splendor Publishing 2016
Used paperback in like new condition