Lynch, Thomas. Still Life in Milford. First Edition. London, Cape Poetry, 1998. Octavo. 58 pages. Original Softcover. Near Fine condition with only minor signs of external wear. Lynch was educated by nuns and Christian Brothers at Brother Rice High School in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan. In 1970 Lynch went to Ireland for the first time, to find his family and read William Butler Yeats and James Joyce, an experience he recounts in his book Booking We Irish and Americans. He has returned many times since then, and now owns the small cottage in West Clare that was the home of his great-great-grandfather, and which was given as a wedding gift in the 19th century. He spends a portion of each year there. [Wikipedia].
Thomas Lynch has authored five collections of poetry, one of stories, and four books of essays, including National Book Award Finalist The Undertaking. He works as a funeral director in Milford, Michigan, and teaches at the Bear River Writer’s Conference.
I'm revisiting this remarkable little book of poems that I read many years ago, and remember now why Thomas Lynch's writing once resonated with me so much. An Irish-American, Michigan-born undertaker who lives part-time in County Clare, Ireland, Lynch knows a thing or two about life and death and what's important. He also puts words together in a skillful, spare, insightful, and affecting way. Very much worth reading.
Everyone who has died in my family has passed through Thomas Lynch's establishment. He is a great read, small town charm with academic thought. In this book he uses some of his son's art work, the talent in the family runs deep.
I don't know much about poetry but I know what I like.
Funny, this came in close succession to my attempt to read some W.B Yeats, which suuuuucked. But these poems are awesome and genuinely moving. It really made me feel very Irish, until I realised he was talking about Canada. Actually I'm not sure, maybe he was talking about both.
What I appreciate most about Thomas Lynch is his ability to craft an emotional story with very few words, sometimes as little as 5 lines. That and his ability at leading up to perfect, lasting and wrenching endings. Sometimes I wonder if he has a last line already written and writes his poems backwards. His killer last lines are something to be admired.
Grimalkin and Other Poems was the first collection I read by Lynch and it blew me away. That collection along with this one follow similar themes. He is not afraid to go to very dark and uncomfortable places when describing life, death, love and simply living. Some of the poems here really shook me and got me thinking.
I find a poetry collection is successful when you can flip the last page and feel like you have been handed a piece of the writer's soul, that you know them in some secret way, or that you leave the book behind with new thoughts and ideas and feelings. This collection definitely did those things.
I didn't feel for every single poem in this collection since I am highly sensitive to word choice and subject matter, but the ones I did feel for I thought were amazing. Lynch inspires me and I love a dark poet.
I loved the man's essays. I love poetry. But I didn't love Thomas Lynch's poetry -- except for "Iambs for the Day of Burial: Of all our private parts the heart knows best that love and grieving share the one body ... Love made and love forsaken -- each leaves us breathless and beatified."
and this nugget: "You keep your pope and robes and host and chalice. Leave me my loaf and bowl and taste for malice."
This isn't one I'd read over and over, so it will be given to the library, making room for something else on the 28.5 inches of bookshelves I've allotted for poetry.
I don't read a lot of poetry, but I saw Thomas Lynch reading in NZ in 2000 and have had the book sitting on my shelf unread for the last 14 years. Now that I've read it I'm pleased I did. As will all poetry I like, there were lines that resonated strongly with me. "Love is grief dressed in its Sunday best.
And sadness is the tax assessed on any happiness."
I find this author's works to be brilliant. His mastery of vocabulary, imagery, and the tension he rests in between life and death (as a funeral director) are well channeled through his poetry and prose. Bravo Mr. Lynch. I look forward to reading more.
An undertaker turned poet...I love this collection for its strange blend of life and death and beauty. I just reread it and "The Hammock" is my favorite!