In plain, unassuming language and without a hint of hype or excess sentiment, Greg Kosmicki ushers the reader into the most mundane aspects of his life, from the stains on his shirt to the frustrating phone call with an IT support person. We sit with him at the kitchen table where he writes, near the garbage can he has emptied that morning of its watermelon rinds. We wake up with him and follow hi...
Perfect Paperback: 56 pages
Publisher: Logan House (November 17, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0991013956
ISBN-13: 978-0991013951
Package Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.2 inches
Amazon Rank: 3038155
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Greg Kosmicki is a Proust without pretentions. He writes about the small things but brings along plenty of surprise—possum Jesus in the dark yard, peeling an orange at the kitchen table, “all in a long continuous strip,” before the orange “burned my...
s and to work. These poems pay attention to the actions and sensations we normally dismiss, everyday moments that accumulate to compose our lives. Kosmicki depicts two worlds: the social and physical machine we have engineered and must inhabit, feeling alienated and lost, and the authentic natural world one longs for, which is ancient and enduring. The geese are not lost, he writes. The poet leads us out onto his deck at night, where he communes with raccoons and possums drawn to the food and water he has left for them in the yard. As he feeds the discards to birds and animals, Kosmicki offers up to us, with startling generosity, the cast off details of one particular life. But no one could fail to recognize oneself here. These poems are universal, capturing what it feels to live, minute by minute. And they remind us that the minutes are all we have, are as good as it gets, because death is a certainty. We are all riding the same bus, crossing the River Styx. These are not poems about heartbreaking loss (notwithstanding the powerful ones about the death of a brother). Kosmicki s focus is on the routine intersections with people and things that take on significance in the light of our inevitable death. The continuous strip of orange peel the poet throws into the garbage leads into an elegy for a co-worker. It is easy to discard those things that seem trivial; yet out of those our lives are made. Each moment is momentous. These remarkable poems cause us to ask, with the poet, why could I have ever let/ even a second go by without weeping/ for joy that I had it...?-Jeanne EmmonsI am grateful for the small moments and big questions in Greg Kosmicki's poems. His voice amiable, celebrating, sorrowing speaks the truths we need to hear. A poet who writes, I can hear the cars go by in the street making / that car-goes-by-in-the-street sound // that I decided finally a couple years ago/to include in my subconscious inventory as a sound // of nature.... is one to trust and turn to in our darkest and lightest hours.-Aaron Anstett
