These verses are about a man trying to find his place in the world
and how he prospers by destroying others and even the ones he
loves. He sets up a dichotomy that pretends to be good versus evil,
and we disseminate these two opposites through the voice of the God
he creates. Man views him as the Supreme Being and believes He is
the only way to acquire redemption.
The unknown entity, Willem, is still at large. Priest spotted him
on a trawler battling through choppy waters on the Bosphorus
Straits heading into Instanbul.
The author spreads his net far in this volume. He deals with
several subjects, including love, betrayal, the haunting nature of
death, and man's consciousness.
Love for us never ends.
It stretches into infinity.
Perhaps, at some point, it bends,
picking up on present trends.
I have a pocket for each season
with you and all your moods
I give to each season. But
Those depressing episodes I exclude.
I follow you everywhere.
I try to protect you with a shield
made from anti-despair dust.
If you succumb, I am on your heels.
I won't let you fall.
Not on this slippery pavement
where evening answers the call
of prevailing sin.
I stand at the threshold
where you begin your slow decline.
I won't let it take you today,
despair, I mean. The strength I'll find
To burn that devil.
He wishes to wipe your memory with a dirty rub.
He's only interested in dirty thrills.
He's a master of the macabre.
His imagery and unusual line rhythms create an experience that
will delight some and frustrate others. Still, his tendency to set
poems in interior, emotional landscapes, and literal, geographical
ones keeps things lively.
Kirkus Review
This poet is capable of wonderfully sensuous imagery and
prosody...
Blueink Review