"Reading Gary Lemons's The Hunger Sutras, you will enter a dizzyingly visionary head-space, and you will feel your skull crack, ear imp, spirit throb. Expect to be transported at vertiginous speed to an apocalyptic post-modern world where 'naked angels / [Lie] in the sand like industrial debris' (re-see: the paintings of Bosch and Bruegel the Elder), this wondrous topsy-turvy, twisted, gnarled-up world (O Revelation) where 'melodious ashes fill the air, ' this 'compost pile' realm of the tail-flailing snake, Lemon's own re-invention of the Damaballah of Haitian vodun but with a Buddhist twist. Be convulsed, be transmogrified by snake's prophecies, by snake's obfuscations, by snake's teasing secrets–O, indeed, allow yourself to be enraptured by snake's riddling words, by snake's shape-shifting thoughts, this animal shaman 'befriender of the dead, ' this trickster that dwells in the here and the there–omniscient as an 'atom in an eye, ' this roving seer that seeks after truths (the many, never the few) and like some avenging angel 'detonates all the lies she's ever / Been told.'"–
Orlando Ricardo Menes, author of
Fetish and Heresies "Gary Lemons' third book, the Hunger Sutras, advances his brilliant quartet and is something very surprising–like James Merrill meets Robert Bly. This book, though, is in no way derivative–it is, and this is my point, utterly original and, if this is possible, it's also a warm-hearted puzzlement. This work serves as an illumination in a time of great darkness. Wonderful!"–Norman Dubie, author of The Quotations of Bone