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Watershed
“It is not that the mayfly lights upon the water nor is it that the trout is compelled to surface – born of instinct, hunger, and fluid aggression – it is that the memory of such a moment is simultaneously ephemeral and eternal. Cameron Scott knows that the river is both church and time capsule.
These poems are spiritual paeans to family and lost friends, the dusk and dawn kiss of nature that resides in our human hearts. Stegner once wrote ‘no place is a place until it has found its poet.’ Perhaps this holds true for fly fishing and the communion of water, wind, family, fish and, of course, humanity.
Scott has brought his sport into the ethereal expanses of poetry.”
— Aaron Abeyta, recipient of the American Book Award for his collection of poetry Colcha
These poems are spiritual paeans to family and lost friends, the dusk and dawn kiss of nature that resides in our human hearts. Stegner once wrote ‘no place is a place until it has found its poet.’ Perhaps this holds true for fly fishing and the communion of water, wind, family, fish and, of course, humanity.
Scott has brought his sport into the ethereal expanses of poetry.”
— Aaron Abeyta, recipient of the American Book Award for his collection of poetry Colcha
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First published November 1, 2019
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February 18, 2022
another beautifully produced chapbook from Alice Greene.
Scott is a fishing guide out west (although maybe a teacher too?), and he is in the tradition of the fishing poets. That passtime (or profession) lets him in to a precise observation of the natural world and provides him with metaphors to connect with those he loves, living and dead. Sometimes fishing poems are rough and ready, but Scott's are interestingly elegant, even when he is talking about roughing it. The book starts
I do not have a way with blackberries.
Vines thick enough to entrap, thorns
a chamber of chaos to dive into
the sweetness, but never dive out of
the same way.
That's what I'm talking about -- the almost stately syntax, and words like "entrap" and "chamber of chaos." They feel stately to me, and separate these poems from others like them.
I do have to admit that my favorite piece in here is a straightforward narrative about a fishing trip he took with his mother!
Scott is a fishing guide out west (although maybe a teacher too?), and he is in the tradition of the fishing poets. That passtime (or profession) lets him in to a precise observation of the natural world and provides him with metaphors to connect with those he loves, living and dead. Sometimes fishing poems are rough and ready, but Scott's are interestingly elegant, even when he is talking about roughing it. The book starts
I do not have a way with blackberries.
Vines thick enough to entrap, thorns
a chamber of chaos to dive into
the sweetness, but never dive out of
the same way.
That's what I'm talking about -- the almost stately syntax, and words like "entrap" and "chamber of chaos." They feel stately to me, and separate these poems from others like them.
I do have to admit that my favorite piece in here is a straightforward narrative about a fishing trip he took with his mother!
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