by Adam Edelman (Author)
Full of gaga Keatsian flights tempered with a deep stoicism, these fiercely explorative and lyrically lush poems amaze me. And scare me a bit. The I here is a living eye presenting its weird welter of startling and everyday imagery with always a sense that what is being seen may be seen upside down. And the I is an opening, the aperture of poetry itself always wide and half-creating, as Wordsworth said, what it sees. And it is a person, avuncular companion for us in this dangerous, fickle, gorgeous world; someone managing to sing in the muck.Thank heavens. -Dean Young When time disappears somewhere between the minutiae of everyday life and the vastness of the universe, Adam Edelman is here to help us navigate worlds that don't distinguish between materiality and dream. With precision, grace and exquisite attention to sound, breath, and movement, he asks big questions about what it means to be alive, how we are shaped by history, nature, consumerism and the dead. These poems continuously unfold in dazzling and perceptive images that invite us, with generosity and rigor, to look and to look again. -Daniel Borzutzky