This book is available in paperbac, hardcover, and in a special numbered and signed hardcover version that includes a print photo by Charlee Brodsky ($50).
James Raymond Daniels (born 1956 in Detroit, Michigan) is an American poet and writer. Like his father and many of his friends, Daniels worked for the Ford Motor Company before college. He earned his bachelor’s degree from Alma College in 1978 and a master’s degree from Bowling Green State University in 1980. In his writing, he addresses the issues of blue collar work, adolescence, and determining the role of a poet. The factories proved a setting for many of his poems, which describe the hardships factory workers face.
Since 1981, Daniels has been on the faculty of the creative writing program at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he is the Thomas Stockham Baker Professor of English. The majority of Daniels' papers can be found within the Special Collections department of Michigan State University's main library.
Daniels' literary works have been recognized and highlighted at Michigan State University in their Michigan Writers Series. He won the inaugural Brittingham Prize in Poetry in 1985 from the University of Wisconsin–Madison.
When I was growing up, we had a collection of heavy, photo-rich books displayed on our coffee table. I'd leaf through them, trying to find stories behind the faces and places.
Now, I'm a parent with my own coffee and tables, but no richly colored books to "speak" my class to an indifferent world. Sometimes I write poetry and more seldom I read it. I look at photographs in the thin alternate dimension of the internet more often than on paper, photographic or otherwise.
So it was a lovely surprise to open, at last, this small book by Daniels and Brodsky, and find the ideal coffee table number: short, blunt, black and white sweetness. The juxtaposition of sharp short lined poetry with up in your face faces, with brick and mortar and aluminum siding -- with glimpses of a home town that I never glimpsed -- really drops it in me (the nostalgia, the past I never lived).
I'm going to put this beauty on my office coffee table and see what it shakes loose.