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Dear Sal
Inspired by Lanford Wilson’s play Talley’s Folly, Jeremy Radin’s Dear Sal is a series of epistolary meditations on loneliness, longing, the Jewish diaspora, bewilderment, divinity, and love. Radin’s second collection lays bare a life lived in romantic exile, using the play’s events—one year after a brief but passionate affair, a man returns to a deserted boathouse on his beloved’s family property in order to offer himself to her—as the foundation for a mystifying interior stage, populated by a cast of eccentrics, upon which a man must wrestle, each moment, with his own unremitting desire.
- GenresPoetry
108 pages, Paperback
Published January 18, 2022
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Jeremy Radin
4 books17 followersJeremy Radin is a poet, actor, and teacher. His poems have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Gulf Coast, The Cortland Review, The Journal, Vinyl, Passages North, and elsewhere. He is the author of two collections of poetry, Slow Dance with Sasquatch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2012) and Dear Sal (not a cult press, 2017). He lives in Los Angeles where he once sat next to Carly Rae Jepsen in a restaurant. Follow him @germyradin
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August 10, 2020
Actor and poet Jeremy Radin’s DEAR SAL is a mighty collection of poems that fashions a bridge between genres. Radin enlists the narrative of Talley’s Folley—a play by Landford Wilson—to build a world where he muses on family, generational genocide, history, desire, and the absence of love.
Radin knows what it is to want. He writes of longing as if it’s his second language. I’m thankful to him, for I am fluent. One thing about Jeremy Radin is, he knows how to write a damn poem. From the beginning, Radin rendered my astonishment audible—I sat gasping at his sharp use of enjambment, and how he uses it as a tool to make his metaphors sing: “I drift through/streets with eyes closed, grasping/at stars. I wish to catch one, take it/in my hands & press/my hips to its boiling/sex. How I wonder what you are/doing now.” (Unbelievable!)
Radin’s has the rare gift of being able to write from a specific sphere, all the while writing from the pit of universal experience. So universal that I—a 25 year old Black girl—connects so deeply to Radin’s—a Jewish actor—writings on desire and its body.
I see myself in these poems. I am always thankful to Radin’s poetry, for serving as a mirror for me to see myself. Read DEAR SAL and allow yourself to see you in a new reflection.
Radin knows what it is to want. He writes of longing as if it’s his second language. I’m thankful to him, for I am fluent. One thing about Jeremy Radin is, he knows how to write a damn poem. From the beginning, Radin rendered my astonishment audible—I sat gasping at his sharp use of enjambment, and how he uses it as a tool to make his metaphors sing: “I drift through/streets with eyes closed, grasping/at stars. I wish to catch one, take it/in my hands & press/my hips to its boiling/sex. How I wonder what you are/doing now.” (Unbelievable!)
Radin’s has the rare gift of being able to write from a specific sphere, all the while writing from the pit of universal experience. So universal that I—a 25 year old Black girl—connects so deeply to Radin’s—a Jewish actor—writings on desire and its body.
I see myself in these poems. I am always thankful to Radin’s poetry, for serving as a mirror for me to see myself. Read DEAR SAL and allow yourself to see you in a new reflection.
December 14, 2017
Dear Sal consists of letters and persona poems, shining a powerful light on characters as well as voice.
Jewish culture (language, food, etc.) and history fill these pages while room for story and poetic language is also allowed.
With lines like “through the gate with Mama & Papa./Harvesting sound for the silent winter” and “a darkness dragged/through a darker darkness.//Heavy/as a forgotten language” filling the pages, each poem is a deafening silence and a death cry all at once.
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Jewish culture (language, food, etc.) and history fill these pages while room for story and poetic language is also allowed.
With lines like “through the gate with Mama & Papa./Harvesting sound for the silent winter” and “a darkness dragged/through a darker darkness.//Heavy/as a forgotten language” filling the pages, each poem is a deafening silence and a death cry all at once.
To read the full review visit: https://biasedbiographer.wordpress.co...
November 27, 2018
Dear Sal is by far the best execution of persona poetry that I have been introduced to. The Jewish culture is heavily sprinkled through out, a gift in poetry I find myself searching for and holding onto dearly. If you know the spoken word work of Jeremy, or have seen him read in person, than the power of the poems are even greater. The words come off the page audibly, a sort of magic that needs no explanation. A brilliant, unique, original collection of poems that I am confident I will be returning to.
April 4, 2021
Wow, wow, wow. Theater and monologue and character pieces and jokes and surrealist delights. This is an empathetic book of the people An observer watching the world and the characters it inhabits. A great introduction into the work of Radin, and a book I see myself returning to for years to come.
March 8, 2022
I adored this poem/play/epistolary by Jeremy Radin about love, longing, and home. With its backdrop of war and the Jewish diaspora, theatrical feel, and love story, plus a fabulist cast of characters, Dear Sal reminds me of Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf Republic in all the best ways.
Abacus, “the letter-composing klutz,” writes to Sal, “the stubborn beloved,” a year after their brief affair, and the others chime in—in sympathy, distraction, or encouragement that he once again find “stars and the beginning of your darlingsong” (my favorite line, right up there with “the animal of my solitude.”) The letters to Sal are delightful, as well as the distinct voices of each of the personae poems, as in this one from his pants:
“But o you bleary
and bumbling thing!
O you brimming
and bumbling marvel!
What is all this [he indicates my bumbling]
but proof
that all this [he indicates the mysteries]
is working?”
Abacus, “the letter-composing klutz,” writes to Sal, “the stubborn beloved,” a year after their brief affair, and the others chime in—in sympathy, distraction, or encouragement that he once again find “stars and the beginning of your darlingsong” (my favorite line, right up there with “the animal of my solitude.”) The letters to Sal are delightful, as well as the distinct voices of each of the personae poems, as in this one from his pants:
“But o you bleary
and bumbling thing!
O you brimming
and bumbling marvel!
What is all this [he indicates my bumbling]
but proof
that all this [he indicates the mysteries]
is working?”
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