Blurbs for Generations Generations is the book we need after a plague year. To resuscitate the spirit and enliven the heart. Three of our finest poets offer their unique accounts of our collective free-fall into this lingering catastrophe. Things fall apart but we are left with the beauty of the words that tell how they came to be and how they are no more. –Leslie Marmon Silko Generations comprises three discrete books of poetry by poets from three different eras: Lullaby with Incendiary Device, by Dante Di Stefano; The Nazi Patrol, by William Heyen; and How It Is That We, by H. L. Hix. This triptych of verse reels out of and into self-portraits and sonnets, questions and anthems, improvisations and codas, revelations and rites of philosophy. The book brims with mythic communions. It vibrates with shared electrical charges spun from many points on the inner/outer spectrum. Individually, Dante Di Stefano's poetry sings divinely of the roles and rituals of father, son, and husband–the while the poems worry and warn. William Heyen's poems fine-tune their lines to the darkness of history–primarily Hitler's Germany–with forays into Wall Street, the White House, and Nam. H. L. Hix's sonnets lift off from layers of tension wrested mostly from Q&A structures. Hix's work renders what haunts at the edges of speech; hewn voices slide back and forth. The whole book invites, ignites, receives. Bound together in one majestic volume, Generations does no less than re-we what it might mean to be human, as it reframes how to best collect poems. –Diane Raptosh, Trio (Run: A Verse-History of Victoria Woodhull) Alternatives for Raptosh blurb for one sheet/back cover: This triptych of verse reels out of and into self-portraits and sonnets, questions and anthems, improvisations and codas, revelations and rites of philosophy. The book brims with mythic communions. It vibrates with shared electrical charges spun from many points on the inner/outer spectrum. The whole book invites, ignites, receives. Bound together in one majestic volume, Generations does no less than re-we what it might mean to be human, as it reframes how to best collect poems. –Diane Raptosh, Trio (Run: A Verse-History of Victoria Woodhull) Or this This triptych of verse reels out of and into self-portraits and sonnets, questions and anthems, improvisations and codas, revelations and rites of philosophy. The book brims with mythic communions. It vibrates with shared electrical charges spun from many points on the inner/outer spectrum. Individually, Dante Di Stefano's poetry sings divinely of the roles and rituals of father, son, and husband–the while the poems worry and warn. William Heyen's poems fine-tune their lines to the darkness of history–primarily Hitler's Germany–with forays into Wall Street, the White House, and Nam. H. L. Hix's sonnets lift off from layers of tension wrested mostly from Q&A structures. Hix's work renders what haunts at the edges of speech; hewn voices slide back and forth. The whole book invites, ignites, receives. Bound together in one majestic volume, Generations does no less than re-we what it might mean to be human, as it reframes how to best collect poems. –Diane Raptosh, Trio (Run: A Verse-History of Victoria Woodhull)
