All at Once
Autor Jack Ridlen Limba Engleză Paperback – 11 oct 2024
Jack Ridl’s latest collection, All at Once, is structured as a lyrical collage that looks back at his eighty years of life in a rearview mirror. Nothing eludes this poet’s attention, reflection, or unbridled joy. Ridl’s poems, written in a direct style and tender voice, bring together mismatched meditations, leading us to experience the reality that neither ourselves nor wherever we are is one-sided. These poems are musings on loss and grief, softly interwoven with devotion, human connection, and love. In the words of his daughter when she was seven years old, “Daddy, ‘with’ is the most important word in the world because we are always ‘with.’” Each person reveals infinite realities of “with.” All at Once is for anyone in need of companionship or a gentle smile.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781960327062
ISBN-10: 1960327062
Pagini: 120
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.2 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
ISBN-10: 1960327062
Pagini: 120
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.2 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
Notă biografică
Jack Ridl, poet laureate of Douglas, Michigan, is the author of Saint Peter and the Goldfinch.
Cuprins
All at Once
I. CAUGHT IN THE WEB
Today Our Daughter, a Teacher, Wasn’t Shot
Christmas, 1943
Caught in the Web
My Mother’s Week
Mud and Dust
Ten Inches of Snow Overnight
Recovery
I Have No Idea Why This Is Just to Say
It Could Be
Waiting for Covid
What If
Across the Room
II. ONE CHILDHOOD
Let Us Break Bread Together on Our Knees
It’s Always Within the Wood
I Thought About Putting Together a Jigsaw Puzzle
How We Must Waken
Mid-Morning
One Childhood
Once It Happens
Clothespins
Bartholomew: Disciple
A Perfect Day for a Ballgame
On Certain Nights
Because of William Stafford
III. THE LOST SIMILES
The New Normal
“If It Didn’t Exist, I Wouldn’t Miss It”
After Reading the Table of Contents of Three Literary Magazines and Recognizing Two Names
My Mother’s Ivory Hippopotamus
Saint Mark and His Piano
Have You Had Your Vaccine?
Maybe Tomorrow II
The Man Who Loved Olives
How It Should Be
What? You Wouldn’t Want to Be a Dog?
The Lost Similes
IV. SOME KID WAS SHOT
Just Before Spring
On the Inhumane Hideaway of Objective Distance
The Night Before a Friend Had to Put Down Her Dog
Grief Again
Remember That Rock Song?
Her Bed
On the Bus to Poland
He Had to Put It Off for a Year
Yesterday I Buried a Female Cardinal
Light at the End of Day
After a Second Cup of Coffee
On Another Anniversary of My Father’s Death
V. THE WORTH OF WAITING
Margarita Farewell
After Leaving Bed at 2 a.m. I Wondered If I was Still in the Same House
Nathaniel Before the Storm
At Home
Before What Came Before
The One Note
High Fly: The Outfielder
The Hidden Permutations of Love
The Worth of Waiting
All I Know Is It Was Dark
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I. CAUGHT IN THE WEB
Today Our Daughter, a Teacher, Wasn’t Shot
Christmas, 1943
Caught in the Web
My Mother’s Week
Mud and Dust
Ten Inches of Snow Overnight
Recovery
I Have No Idea Why This Is Just to Say
It Could Be
Waiting for Covid
What If
Across the Room
II. ONE CHILDHOOD
Let Us Break Bread Together on Our Knees
It’s Always Within the Wood
I Thought About Putting Together a Jigsaw Puzzle
How We Must Waken
Mid-Morning
One Childhood
Once It Happens
Clothespins
Bartholomew: Disciple
A Perfect Day for a Ballgame
On Certain Nights
Because of William Stafford
III. THE LOST SIMILES
The New Normal
“If It Didn’t Exist, I Wouldn’t Miss It”
After Reading the Table of Contents of Three Literary Magazines and Recognizing Two Names
My Mother’s Ivory Hippopotamus
Saint Mark and His Piano
Have You Had Your Vaccine?
Maybe Tomorrow II
The Man Who Loved Olives
How It Should Be
What? You Wouldn’t Want to Be a Dog?
The Lost Similes
IV. SOME KID WAS SHOT
Just Before Spring
On the Inhumane Hideaway of Objective Distance
The Night Before a Friend Had to Put Down Her Dog
Grief Again
Remember That Rock Song?
Her Bed
On the Bus to Poland
He Had to Put It Off for a Year
Yesterday I Buried a Female Cardinal
Light at the End of Day
After a Second Cup of Coffee
On Another Anniversary of My Father’s Death
V. THE WORTH OF WAITING
Margarita Farewell
After Leaving Bed at 2 a.m. I Wondered If I was Still in the Same House
Nathaniel Before the Storm
At Home
Before What Came Before
The One Note
High Fly: The Outfielder
The Hidden Permutations of Love
The Worth of Waiting
All I Know Is It Was Dark
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Recenzii
"I love this book so much. These poems make me laugh. They make me cry. They make me fall quiet. They make me stop and look back and forth. They make me love my life."
"Jack Ridl is one of the most clear-eyed, open-hearted poets working today. His poems always exhibit what Dacher Keltner has called “moral beauty,” that quality which keeps us in constant awe of human goodness. His latest collection, All at Once, is no exception, with its unflinching focus on the best and worst of humanity, revealing how we are all “caught in the web” of our connectedness. These timely poems remind us: “Here we must waken, roll away the stone,” and stay open to each other and our world."
"'I fill much of my day with memories. / They come. They just come,” Jack Ridl writes in an early poem in his new collection, All at Once, capturing for us the surf-like oscillations of the past as it breaches our present tense. Ridl plumbs the past in order to follow the breadcrumbs to the depths of who he is, and to provide a key to the mystery of his survival. “One day a therapist stared hard / into my eyes, fiercely said, ‘You’re an orphan, // have always been an orphan,’” he writes, and it is that orphan-sorrow, for a “soft-spoken father’s / lack of answers, [a] mother’s disinterest,” that pulses through and instigates these pages. The ballast is the present tense, which he writes with an elegant hand and witnessing eye. He reminds us of the comfort of hot coffee, a made bed, “the star-pricked sky with the uneven lantern light / of the moon,” the companionship of animals, and “butter burr spreading under the white pines.” Jack Ridl is a poet whose poetry has occupied his life’s center, attested to by the number of poems he dedicates to beloved writers, acknowledging the connective tissue, the communal web. “Galway! When did this happen?” he asks, addressing the now-missing. “Adrienne? Bill? / Seamus? Etheridge, Nancy, Jane, Allen, Lucille,” though as with Theodore Roethke, a profound life force comes surging back, “the anarchy of mud and seed / says not yet to the blood’s crawl.” I feel grateful for the “not yet” that gives us more work by this tradesman-poet, who continues to add something good to a world he was taught was not."
"'News from the heart!' All at Once brings us poems pierced with loss, grief, violence and desperation and stitched together with devotion, connection, beauty and love. Jack Ridl shows us again how to “push aside the mulch and dig,” how to say the unsayable, how to listen for the unspoken, and how to meet this terrible and generous world."