Twenty years ago Nevin Sample walked into a small bank in Deep Cove, robbed a teller at gunpoint and fled into the forest of Cates Park. After a lengthy pursuit, he hid behind a stump at the edge of a small clearing. The police called to him. He raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
Nevin had a magnetism, an understated there were those who loved him, resented him, found him gregarious. To Joe Denham, he was an old, close friend. Regeneration Machine is a 100-stanza, 9,000-word letter-in-verse to Nevin’s ghost—a requiem, elegy, lament; a sort of flailing attempt to make sense of the nonsensically violent way that a non-violent, caring, intelligent young man chose to end his life.
Can I come out flat out and say I can't carry the discrepancy between the discomfort and beauty with dignity? p19/20
Well no, Joe Denham, you can't. Not when you have given us this long honor song of mourning in respect for a close friend who took his own life.
....Survival for some of us is a balance of knowing how and when to sing and to listen, to allow silence as well as song, in equal measure,for as long and unwavering as the soul (which is beyond us, composing) will. p44
(beneath the manic mind; the slow burning soul) p27
The trick is not to do a double take. The trick is one of light and of the mind and of wanting to believe we aren't alone, in our hideous accumulation.....p13
There is dignity in these poems among the despair and the love that leaps out from the page . No question.
I would wake up in the wee hours and read this thoroughly engaging piece of writing. I laughed,cried, was calmed, fired up, made light of my universe or barely held the weight of my universe while reading this book. I admire this kind of writing - which either holds tight to the 'theme' or just about lets go the rope.