Signposts Vol 1: poems that don’t mess around. Three lines, three stanzas. Snapshots of time and place. Bookmarks that become pages.
Inspired by haiku and tanka, Signposts takes a different direction, shifting the emphasis from nature to urban existence. The results are sometimes dark. An appreciation of irony, however, triumphs over nihilism. A brief synopsis might read: work, loneliness, absurdity, longing. Those with a taste for black comedy and bittersweet anecdotes may recognize their demons.
Todd Garlington spent his childhood in the Australian Capital Territory and his youth in the San Francisco Bay Area. Film school brought him to Los Angeles, but a love of language ultimately prevailed over an interest in images. He graduated from the University of Southern California with a Masters in Professional Writing. After a rigorous stint in film and television where he served more as a factotum than a wordsmith, he transitioned to the vocation of independent author. His written work explores temporality, decadence, and the paradoxes of personal and cultural identity.
We are warned by the author that this may sting a little. Written during a time of “servitude, debt and disappointment”. But after reading Signposts Vol 1, I understand how they “emerged as honest friends” using his poetry as a means to escape the grief of personal reflection.
I adore purchasing petite works, a quick read that helps support the author, a generous sampler to savour. Though this is a short tome, you will find yourself moving back and forth, focused on a thought, walking away, thinking, re reading, getting in between the lines and gaining a better understanding of each stanza.
It is placed in pieces, a Haiku drama unfolds. Slivers of humour peer light through the darker poetic visions, wry smiles that ease its maudlin, helping one cope and empathize instead of squirm uncomfortably in somebody else's misfortune. Many pleasant memories soothe a tired heart and weary mind. He talks of desire, regret, loneliness, relationships, when love breaks down, reminiscence, time – our life factory.
It is spacial, dreamlike inside himself, ghost filled. At times a thought will stab your heart. But they are beautiful lines. Three, four or five words always meant to be together – “I collapse on a string”
I really enjoyed Signposts Vol 1 and now, Signposts Vol 2 and a back catalogue of Todd Garlington’s work is lined up, ready to contemplate.