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Richard Cronshey

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August 13, 1966

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Greetings to the friends of misfortune.

Richard Cronshey was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. He lives in the Intermountain West and is a therapist working in solidarity with survivors of trauma.

"Richard Cronshey's work-- unlike most of the new work I see which seems inhibited by a kind of literary anxiety-- is not only full of the Imagination, but also dedicated to the Imagination. I'm amazed at how Cronshey is able to surprise me from line to line. I have never seen such humor amidst such desolation, such inventiveness in the midst of such disappointment and loss." Larry Levis 1990

"I admire Cronshey's vivid understanding of the parallel lives of anger and tenderness, savvy and innocence, deprivation and glory. Cronshey Reviews

Greetings to the friends of misfortune.

Richard Cronshey was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. He lives in the Intermountain West and is a therapist working in solidarity with survivors of trauma.

"Richard Cronshey's work-- unlike most of the new work I see which seems inhibited by a kind of literary anxiety-- is not only full of the Imagination, but also dedicated to the Imagination. I'm amazed at how Cronshey is able to surprise me from line to line. I have never seen such humor amidst such desolation, such inventiveness in the midst of such disappointment and loss." Larry Levis 1990

"I admire Cronshey's vivid understanding of the parallel lives of anger and tenderness, savvy and innocence, deprivation and glory. Cronshey is already an artist of accomplishment and maturity. His work is always intelligent, but never academic...always speculative, but never frivolous... always visionary, but never obscure. The fact of his work and the scope of his project refresh me, inspire hope in me. Ultimately these are poems of mercy and mercy shall always find welcome and delight." Donald Revell 1996

"The poems of Richard Cronshey bear that peculiar boundary between longing and fulfillment. There is, here, a quietude that is only gained by real experience, and thus, is immutable. In the poems of Richard Cronshey, Time meets time in an unexpected and joyous community. This quality defies convention. As does he. Cronshey lives the old maxim: poeta nascuiter non fit, and seems ok by doing so. It's hard to write delicate, reverent poems now, but Cronshey does so with a grace born of midnight bus stations and the barely tolerable knowledge of the instant. Thus they are true diamonds, back when "adamant" was the root of that word: they are light without lie, unflinching, how looking upon anything with true, unsentimental love burns, but you turn not away. Reading the poems of Richard Cronshey can only largen your life. You must do so." Sundin Richards 2011

"This is a superb book of poetry. Richard Cronshey evolved long ago from LA street punk to global wanderer to monk to poet, but in his most recent collection, The Snow and the Snow, he's writing as if he's at the end of life, not looking back over the years with smarmy nostalgia, but looking forward into the mounting blindness that is both ecstatic and terrifying. If you want to know what the best contemporary, underground American poetry looks like, check out The Snow and the Snow." Andrew Haley 2011

"The back of this book is white like the snow of the title, and that is good, because the kind of blurbs that appear on the backs of poetry books would be a disservice to this strange and beautiful work. I say strange because after reading and re-reading most of these poems, I have both no idea and every idea what they're about. I say beautiful because they are. I mean, what is there really to say about the following lines:

"I have escaped through a trap door in the floor of myself
and disappeared.
How many years since you lay down in the snow you loved and died?"

For me, the highest praise I can give a poem is that it makes me want to pull a 13-year old kid out of his desk in class and give him 10 bucks to go spray-paint it on the back wall of the nearest Walmart. I feel that way about almost all the poems in this book. " Andrew Baron 2011

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Average rating: 4.71 · 14 ratings · 4 reviews · 5 distinct works

	The Snow and the Snow 4.73 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 2011 — 2 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
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“4. Full Circle

Today I like the traffic jam.
The engine noises heard in detail.
My whole life, a river of thresholds, stitches itself together
and gazes at me
from everywhere.
I like these places where time kinks and looks back over its shoulder
at itself. It confuses them, who are used to being blurs.
But I’m alright here with my terror. I’m in no hurry.
I get paid by the hour.
I let anybody merge in front of me.
I know there’s nowhere to hide.”
― Richard Cronshey, The Snow and the Snow

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“2
Here is your inheritance:
to be a person and go on blushing, applauding,
saying “pardon me” without understanding
how it started, or stopping to ask;
believing somebody else knows;
not wanting to be alone.
Esoteric burlesque blossoming in mirrors, paraphernalia,
rainbows, dolorous sombreros, days.
The same presence everywhere. Look for it, it eludes you.
Not wanting to be the only one
with a small black coffin in your heart,
a small black coffin the size of a thumb
with nothing in it but wind.
For now, take this black rock and go on polishing it.
A golden cricket lives in it, listen;
a tiny blue loom.”
― Richard Cronshey, The Snow and the Snow

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“Something I'm working on, a possibly helpful spell to cast on yourself in adverse environments... Maybe a self compassion spell that might invite the ancient intelligences in their minute plurality to emerge from the tree line.

I am alright
in the essenceless
stream of becoming
I apprehend myself
actually dancing
with amazing terror
while driving
the shy and alone animal body
itself imagining the breathing
maze of dreaming
mirrors it dreams
itself lost in
No one could be
expected to do this
properly
your body in its
suchness momentarily
in paradise dreaming
up all this
agonic psychic
carnivalia all over
again
"as the words rain down"
like the feathers of birds
of paradise that
heartbreaking
in their naked
individuality
and that incalculably
fine, impossibly
necessary to some
really friendly abyss
you never expected
when you were
that person
sentenced to the futures
your bad moods
subjugated you to
endless hotel hallways
the room numbers
in no order
realizing you will
never find yours again
and that you must
never stop
searching
laughing like an infant
in a bathtub
to enjoy the evanescent
cartoon pandemonium
of awareness while
having kinds of
relationships
We do fine
with our sentience
for the most part.
Thanks anyway.
Void yet appearing
overthinking sometimes.”
― Richard Cronshey

tags: work-in-progress

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