Body of Water
With mercurial wands, Baal’s angels, decks with wild Jacks of oracle bones, tempest Serpens, Lord Byron on the Bridge of Sighs, stallions mottled grey, a “dark blue stronger than the Flemish blue of hummingbirds,” and poesis lying in the ashes of a dress, Janet Hamill turns her wizard poet’s eye on an immense body of alchemical empathies. This book is a romantic, surreal, lyrical Voyage. It twists and turns with the playful tide of poetic vision, enhanced by the delicate measures of Patti Smith’s photography. Kudos all around.
Reading Janet Hamill now, as I have over the last thirty years, I’m amazed again at the particulars of the world her poetry makes—a night world, as I read it, peopled with bright creatures and splashes of color, beautiful and terrifying by turns. With this there is a mix, too, of pop forms and strains, and of catholic and pagan names and images—angels and saints and hermits—as in the vision of her sleeping gypsy: “firebird sweets / a morsel a taste of carrion / . . . as in a dream.” With this and much more, she has become indispensable.
With its unbridled surrealistic, hypnotic imagery, Janet Hamill’s alchemy of language gives us back communion with our souls. With a magician’s grace she reminds us of the enchantment of our being. Hers is a music both modern and magik.
. . . Janet Hamill has sought transcendence in language on the page or sung . . . Hamill’s mastery of form and feeling comes together to create a poem that delicately examines celebrity, gallantry, silence, talent, and beauty. Only a poet could do that. Or maybe only Janet Hamill.
—Patricia Spears Jones
This book is the sixth in the Bowery Books series.
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