Poetry. LOWLY is part invocation, part invitation. The poems in this debut collection consider death, rebirth, and love, while exploring the symbols that make life bearable. Here, ancient mythology and philosophy are examined through contemporary situations, brought forth by a voice that oscillates between humorous and plaintive tones "I invent stories. Out of other stories. I can only repeat what I have heard. // A scruple is the enemy of a moment." LOWLY is a restorative work with rhythmic lines that will resonate with the reader long after the book is closed."
This will take a glacial slumber, to move my foot for it suffers. When my foot suffers I suffer and nothing less than sleep, different from slumber, can take my eyes. In my heart is a heifer, her dust, ashes that purify my heart for touching a corpse. I touched a corpse and it was my own, and since then all I can do is slumber. Make amends. ‘Tis a fairy world inside my bones, keening there in the world of ash is an ardent gleam, which waits for polish like a smile. Make a hill and keep it for the hope of help. Never let the heavens, their earth, leave you without help. Say I was just a boy then and now I can hear the question. Where is the water that bathes blemishes, how can I get it to the heifer in my heart?
Brilliant. Alan is a masterful craftsman. I feel totally and completely transported into another dimension when I read his work. A gift to the people...but also a gift to the Gods.
For some reason I could not find entrance to these poems. I read and re-read them looking for a door or a window but the poems remained closed to me but some had a beautiful sound.
This beautiful collection of poems were incredible and at times haunting. Pairing the contemporality of this text alongside its imageries of mythology creates an ideal image, one that offers up notions of rebirth and love. It lilts, it rhymes, and it's certainly worth reading. Overall, this text is imbued with meaning and discussions of life and its struggles, and it makes for a good time.
I’m glad I read these poems. I admit that they aren’t my cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t good. It means they did not speak to me in ways that invited me in to the party. The author uses language well, he made me think about how I used language. It was thoughtful and interesting and mostly beyond me. I’m glad I made an effort though.
I appreciate the coyness in which Felsenthal deploys his humor here. The first couple poems seem rather staid, heady exercises, but then you find yourself reading slippery rhymes aloud. Overall a great collection that matches Felsenthal's curatorial savvy at The Song Cave.