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Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly
“...a modern poetic stylist who dare not be ignored.” - After the Pause
“...a pleasure to surrender to Mr. Demaree’s tides and eddy’s of language.” - Dime Show Review
“...a tour de force.” - Cultural Weekly
“...pulsing with life and all of the jagged undersides of the unseen...” - Anti-Heroin Chic Darren C. Demaree’s Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly is as masterful as it is subtle. In this latest collection, Demaree continues to expand and develop not only his power and voice, but the voice of a time and a generation. A transcendent unity runs through this tripartite collection of poems that can be taken individually as particles, or a moment on a continuous wave. Birth (A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place), Life (We are Arrows) and Death (All the Birds Are Leaving) are woven together on the circle that surrounds and unites all.
“...a pleasure to surrender to Mr. Demaree’s tides and eddy’s of language.” - Dime Show Review
“...a tour de force.” - Cultural Weekly
“...pulsing with life and all of the jagged undersides of the unseen...” - Anti-Heroin Chic Darren C. Demaree’s Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly is as masterful as it is subtle. In this latest collection, Demaree continues to expand and develop not only his power and voice, but the voice of a time and a generation. A transcendent unity runs through this tripartite collection of poems that can be taken individually as particles, or a moment on a continuous wave. Birth (A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place), Life (We are Arrows) and Death (All the Birds Are Leaving) are woven together on the circle that surrounds and unites all.
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Published December 10, 2016
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November 4, 2017
Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly
Darren C. Demaree, poems
8th House Publishing, 2016
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review by Barton Smock
~
‘Covered in the inscriptions of bizarre
timing…’ - from A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place #104
‘If today is the day
to walk towards
the sad, diverted
questions…’ - from All the Birds Are Leaving #35
Darren C. Demaree is a poet who carries in him a gentle tirelessness. He seems, by the worried exuberance of his verse, to want to know where he is that he might calm the distance in others. Audience is the loneliness he’s assigned himself. He recently signed a book of his for me and added: in Ohio in 2017. That book was, is, Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly. It is a book of both homage and future. A frantically pastoral book that moves as if each carousel horse could have a mind of its own while entertaining the idea that discovery may be on its second marriage. These poems achieve a tension that oddly is not reached by what the author withholds, but by what the author seeks. Into what does one engrave the gospel of change?
The book is made of three humanist parts representing Birth (A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place), Life (We Are Arrows), and Death (All the Birds Are Leaving).
The first, A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place, reads as an occupation of places otherworldly in the way it holds aloft the local...
‘...sure night of this
republic,
...I
wait for the room
of the room
to hold
a wider table
for our loose need’ - from #17
‘...Naked
in late morning,
each flapping wing
means something
tremendous
to a man
looking for any sign
or invitation
to be a creature.’ - from #75
...and in the way it possesses the acolyte.
‘...It is every
second of heaven, except
for your need to hear
your name said by God.’ - from #22
‘...I can hear
my body all the time,
now.’ - from #28
The second, We Are Arrows, seems narrated by a straggling, curious invader.
‘...I want, at times, to know we are not
precious to each other, and I want to know
that this feeling is misleading me to a
recoverable place. ‘ - from #17
‘Unfenced, we have imagined wrongly that every
cornfield contains a proper ghost.’ - from #20
‘...If in the middle, the surrounding starts to
panic you, then love, I suppose, could be an
oven as well.’ - from #152
The third, All the Birds Are Leaving, asks the crooked whole of a person to make a map of her upward gaze.
‘...I want to know
what happens when
warmth is never known
& then sneaks into the bath
of human experience
like a toe & then a body’ - from #8
‘Our hope is the best
forgetting.’ - #14
‘...We cannot
fly forever because of our
hammering want
to touch each other.’ - from #28
Entry, re-entry, and exodus...this book covers sacred ground. It is ambitious but not breathless, and believes in, and makes one worship beneath, its endeavor to put alienation out of reach. Demaree’s script hungers in the linear but does not starve the jigsaw. If we acknowledge the light at the end of the tunnel, we must also return to the shadow said light puts there.
~
book is here: http://8thhousepublishing.com/8thHous...
Darren C. Demaree, poems
8th House Publishing, 2016
~
review by Barton Smock
~
‘Covered in the inscriptions of bizarre
timing…’ - from A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place #104
‘If today is the day
to walk towards
the sad, diverted
questions…’ - from All the Birds Are Leaving #35
Darren C. Demaree is a poet who carries in him a gentle tirelessness. He seems, by the worried exuberance of his verse, to want to know where he is that he might calm the distance in others. Audience is the loneliness he’s assigned himself. He recently signed a book of his for me and added: in Ohio in 2017. That book was, is, Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly. It is a book of both homage and future. A frantically pastoral book that moves as if each carousel horse could have a mind of its own while entertaining the idea that discovery may be on its second marriage. These poems achieve a tension that oddly is not reached by what the author withholds, but by what the author seeks. Into what does one engrave the gospel of change?
The book is made of three humanist parts representing Birth (A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place), Life (We Are Arrows), and Death (All the Birds Are Leaving).
The first, A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place, reads as an occupation of places otherworldly in the way it holds aloft the local...
‘...sure night of this
republic,
...I
wait for the room
of the room
to hold
a wider table
for our loose need’ - from #17
‘...Naked
in late morning,
each flapping wing
means something
tremendous
to a man
looking for any sign
or invitation
to be a creature.’ - from #75
...and in the way it possesses the acolyte.
‘...It is every
second of heaven, except
for your need to hear
your name said by God.’ - from #22
‘...I can hear
my body all the time,
now.’ - from #28
The second, We Are Arrows, seems narrated by a straggling, curious invader.
‘...I want, at times, to know we are not
precious to each other, and I want to know
that this feeling is misleading me to a
recoverable place. ‘ - from #17
‘Unfenced, we have imagined wrongly that every
cornfield contains a proper ghost.’ - from #20
‘...If in the middle, the surrounding starts to
panic you, then love, I suppose, could be an
oven as well.’ - from #152
The third, All the Birds Are Leaving, asks the crooked whole of a person to make a map of her upward gaze.
‘...I want to know
what happens when
warmth is never known
& then sneaks into the bath
of human experience
like a toe & then a body’ - from #8
‘Our hope is the best
forgetting.’ - #14
‘...We cannot
fly forever because of our
hammering want
to touch each other.’ - from #28
Entry, re-entry, and exodus...this book covers sacred ground. It is ambitious but not breathless, and believes in, and makes one worship beneath, its endeavor to put alienation out of reach. Demaree’s script hungers in the linear but does not starve the jigsaw. If we acknowledge the light at the end of the tunnel, we must also return to the shadow said light puts there.
~
book is here: http://8thhousepublishing.com/8thHous...
October 6, 2017
Demaree’s newest installment to his oeuvre continues to cement his place as a modern poetic stylist who dare not be ignored. No other poet so seamlessly weaves pathos and purposively abstract prescience into carefully weighted stanzas as this man. In a sea of endlessly beautiful poetry, each instance procures something worth quoting. - After the Pause
December 17, 2016
... there will be
three whistles. There will be one singer.
The many empty hands will applaud this...
These prophetic lines towards the end of this poetry collection summarize a review of the collection. My full review should be published on a friend's blog soon.
three whistles. There will be one singer.
The many empty hands will applaud this...
These prophetic lines towards the end of this poetry collection summarize a review of the collection. My full review should be published on a friend's blog soon.
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