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There shouldn't be poetry like this; we'll need to ban it, like Alex Jones. Down with the poets like Duane Vorhees, whose name is the same as Jason's! Yet Duane is much gentler, it must be said. He may have risen from the dead, but his knife is actually the forest itself, or one of its regions. I was invited in; I am afraid. Save me from the truth; burn him at the stake.No, I don't want there to be poetry like this. I don't want Duane Vorhees to have written it. Turn back the clock. I will vote Democrat again, just make it go away. Don't make me see, how the universe works inside. I'll wear the uniform. I'll oil my gun, my words, my guns, my words. What is he doing?A confession, but the tricky Hollywood kind, where you confess how you're going to burn down the villain's house. Where you tell the buxom lass how long you've been in love with her. Duane has been in love a long time, It seems to be a specialty of poets. Some of them have the good sense to keep their mouths shut about it: this is why Vorhees and I are unlikely to be published in The New Yorker. So crass, Love. So bohemian! Passe! Outre! Commie. Pinko. Fag. Russian. Bot.But he moves from the general to particular. His weighing of the balls is actually an act of humility, to suggest the scale of his own life in relation to the galactic fucks of the solar system. He succumbs to some of our weaknesses. To remember the shape of our real lives, small but important, only to us. Perhaps he should have explored the pain of that more. I don't know.I'm still not sure Jason has put away his knife. But we've moved in to the domestic. If it is murder it will be in bed.I don't like the ending: that doesn't matter. The beginning is among some of the best stuff I've read. If I were his editor I'd shout at him, like the old beard-god: Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! Behold the universe! A drooling idiot! Feast on it with your jaws! Dance in your mask, we're watching. I want to see you fire the gun again, at the sky, so I can laugh. If that sound you made is laughing; I don't know what it was.What are you laughing at, Duane? And what am i doing? We're going to ban you, I promise. We'll put you in the cage! We'll record your voice! Your gift will be to the king, and the sentence is, that you will have to keep giving it! Every year!Tell us, magician, what makes the planets move, and count them, and in revealing their essence you must, like the wizard, tame the ghost you summon from out of the sky, all in the circle while we watch! How much can you defeat! How far will you travel? Is is so dangerous? Tell us what it is.Yes, Jason/Duane is a kind of knight. But his lord is not his mother, like in the movie. He is American enough to be his own king. But then what is a quest, when you have to fulfill it yourself? God? Woman? Facebook? All of the above.- Robin Wyatt Dunn
BARTER"Barter" is a thought-provoking poem that explores the concept of exchange and the interconnectedness of various roles in society. The use of dialogue between different characters adds a sense of immediacy and personal connection to the poem's themes.The poem introduces us to a series of exchanges, where each person offers something unique and seeks something in return. The metaphoric language, such as grasping a rose and embracing a thorn, tasting fruit while enduring mud, and exchanging nectar and ambrosia for diamonds and jet, adds depth and richness to the poem's imagery.The poet touches upon the idea of reciprocal relationships, emphasizing the give-and-take nature of interactions. This notion is particularly highlighted in the concluding line, where the exchange of pain and prosperity is presented as an integral part of romantic relationships.Overall, "Barter" explores the complexities of transactions beyond mere material goods, delving into the realm of emotions, experiences, and challenges. The poem invites readers to reflect on the dynamics of exchange in various aspects of life and the delicate balance between sacrifice and reward.BIODuane Vorhees is an American poet in Thailand. He is the author of THE MANY LOVES OF DUANE VORHEES, HEAVEN, GIFT: GOD RUNS THROUGH ALL THESE ROOMS, and MEMORIES ARE LINKED LIKE OASES. Born in Farmersville, Ohio, USA, he graduated from Bowling Green State University with a doctorate in American Culture Studies. He has taught at Seoul National University, Korea University, amd the Asian Division of the University of Maryland University College (now the University of Maryland Global Campus). He has traveled extensively on five continents.
GIFT is the aptly named new volume by Duane Vorhees. Unlike his previous book, THE MANY LOVES OF DUANE VORHEES, the new one is not monothematic. It explores the subjects that are the basis of great poetry -- self, life, politics, place, faith, philosophy, and art among them -- in a variety of styles and moods. Throughout, the poems employs wit, creativity, and erudition in an approachable manner. Anyone who enjoys meaningful poetry should look forward to reading and re-reading this remarkable tome. As Duane writes in his opener, Medicine men summon the sacred smokeof sage sweetgrass and cedar.They unrein the Dream.And poets compose.They unmine the mindfield, incite>A book of poetry by "one of our most important poets." (see review below) What Reviewers Think... a delightful collection of poems! At times playful, at times sober and reflective [on the topics of] friendship, envy, lust, the philosophy of existence, [written] in a voice that is sincere, original, captivating. The reader becomes an explorer, and the exploration brings great joy and value.>I always have approached a Vorhees book with a smile on my face, knowing that soon I would chuckle at his politely naughty sense of humor and delightful word play. [...][His] respect for language and the beauty in which it can take multiple directions takes on the tone of a blues number [...]He understands the beauty of our frailties, the lost and found and lost yet again inevitable pattern of the human experience. [...][T]his collection of poems embraces the elusiveness of life's beauty [...]. Everything has its moment.>[V]isionary and eclectic [...] [The author's] metaphorical poetry speaks directly to the reader, challenging [...] us to concentrate on lexical progression and his astonishing rhythmic, galloping rhyming scheme, [following] an unknown but intriguing poetic path, passing distant lands and meeting an array of people, cultures and beliefs [...] This is indeed a cinematic journey through the eyes of a world travelling word weaver, who has tasted life's feast and who now throws existential crumbs our way; satisfying our global palette [...] whilst at the same time closing our eyes and bravely attempt to savour unknown poetic flavours.- Don Beukes, Author of The Salamander Chronicles I kept thinking that I had encountered what could have happened had e.e. cummings and Franz Wright collaborated on a project. Vorhees is a wordsmith who unlocks the subtle meanings - entendres, double and triple - and makes us marvel at the power of language. This is a collection of brilliant poems. [...] [It] is poetry that intends to open the eyes, inform the intellect, and tangle the reader in the intricacies of words. It succeeds. [...] Duane Vorhees emerges as one of our most important poets.- Charlie Brice, Author of Mnemosyne's Hand
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