Review by Booklist Review
In reflective, questing poems, Irish theologian Tuama (Poetry Unbound, 2022), a prolific lecturer and editor, unpacks the contradictory coils of life. The human heart is stardust and "knows that quantum is the basis of the real," but it is also something to be given willingly, metaphorically; occasionally, it is abandoned at the altar, "light, the meat, dried out." Tuama devotes a lengthy section to the recurring question, "Do You Believe in God?" The poet grapples with doubt and disillusionment and locates answers in language. At one point, Tuama's speaker admits, "God became a word // to bear all I could not bear. / God bore it well." Other poems juxtapose Jesus and Persephone, both lost in hell, each humanized by their infernal conundrum. Tuama is especially adept at depicting the passage of time, whether it's the circuitous rejuvenation of sunrise ("the way that morning is both dead and new") or the colorful autumnal sequence of the seasons, "the green has gone to brass and berry, copper, ember, fire." Readers will enjoy this title as a return to or entry point into Tuama's work.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Darkness brings revelation in this meditative offering from Ó Tuama (Feed the Beast). In "Who Do You Think I Am," Persephone addresses Christ in a Hades-like garden. The dialogue unfolds in persona poems, with Persephone quipping, "Christ, you're such a narcissist." This interaction epitomizes Ó Tuama's blending of mythology with a contemporary sensibility, casting biblical and mythic figures into modern, human dilemmas. These poetic dialogues become hymns and anti-hymns that interrogate the weight of creation. Even birdsong reflects the inherent selfishness of existence ("your cheeps are/ me me me"), and a newborn bird's beak opening for bread is the object of condemnation: "The raw need, the pink demand of you. I can't stand you." In "Rite of Baptism," Ó Tuama posits, "There is no such thing as the past/ just stories told about the past today." The ghostly liturgy found throughout the collection feels less like a Day of the Dead celebration and more like a quiet reckoning with absence, as the poet baptizes the self into the loneliness of modern existence. It's an admirable and noteworthy performance. (Jan.)
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Review by Library Journal Review
Host of On Being's beloved Poetry Unbound podcast, Irish poet Ó Tuama continues his search for a faith not borne strictly of religious practice. The title references Irish religious songs heard at home, suggesting the conversational tone of this meditative work. "I know you expect me to bless you in the mysteries of God, / but I prefer the strangeness of each other, darlings," says a woman at mass, and elsewhere: "And do you?… Lift up your heart? / Yes,… but I don't know to who. / Whom, she said. Let's get started on the soup." Ó Tuama does want to lift up his heart. Acknowledging "I need a direction for my need," he can be drawn back to Christian ritual ("I like the smells, the psalms"), and he defines his life through a God no longer there ("God is / the only language that I speak. / I need to describe this loss"). Sex with men brings its own sort of religious ecstasy, and he inclines less toward doctrine than an embrace of "whatever makes up life"--as exemplified by the intriguing and ambitious closing poem, with a befuddled Jesus encountering wise Persephone when he descends into hell. VERDICT Heartfelt, questing poems for anyone reconsidering how to believe.
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