Distance from loved ones

James Tate, 1943-2015

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Hanover, NH : Published by University Press of New England [for] Wesleyan University Press c1990.
Main Author
James Tate, 1943-2015 (author)
Physical Description
55 p.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Tate ( Reckoner ) tells swirling, surreal stories that challenge the reader sense of language and order as they speak of the absurdity and necessity of love, the schizophrenia of the human psyche in the sensuously overloaded modern world, and the important role of beauty in our lives. amidst all of this madness. Yet the poet's metaphors are comprised of giddy, psychedelic images that relate to one another and to each poem as a whole in ways that exclude the reader--in ``Horse Gets Dark,'' he writes, ``Out of the crevices of our predilections / animalcules begin a recital, boisterous / as sharecroppers, disarming the cucumber / salad of its windchime and coat-hanger.'' Even poems free of cluttered verbiage are difficult to decipher: in ``Quabbin Reservoir,'' there is a village at the bottom of a lake with ``several mailmen swimming in or out,'' and in ``Anatomy,'' the townspeople eagerly await the death of a beautiful woman so that, at last, their ``ugliness will become the standard.'' Tate's poetry represents a deeply personal yet incompletely formed vision. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

The same desperate hunger for love that informed the compelling poems in Tate's prize-winning first collection, The Lost Pilot ( LJ 5/15/67), pervades his tenth book. In the title poem his mother describes in slapstick terms occurrences--from a botched facelift to cancer--that have befallen Zita; when the poet asks who Zita is, he hears: ``I am Zita. . . . / And you, my son, who should have known me best, thought I was nothing but your mother.'' Lovers portrayed in these poems include a snow leopard and a woman who ``carried an aura/ of innocence as well as death''; a beached bird's skull could be ``my own long-lost ancestor.'' With expert craft, employing the surrealistic techniques that have been central to his work since the early 1970s, Tate drops his clown's mask long enough for readers to see real tears, while intentional cliches and linguistic puns drive home the point that he is not alone in his agony.-- Ro chelle Ratner, formerly Poetry Editor, ``Soho Weekly News,'' New York (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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