From the Publisher
ADVANCE PRAISE FOR SLOW AIR
"Each poem comes to us so cleansed of excess, so concentrated and perfectly pared down to its essence we can only wonder at the adamantine sharpness of its edges."Billy Collins, Poet Laureate of the United States
PRAISE FOR ROBIN ROBERTSON
"Robin Robertson is instantly recognizable as a poet of vivid authority, commanding a surprised, accurate language of his own."W. S. Merwin
"The genius of this Scots poet is for finding the sensually charged moment . . . and depicting it in language that is simultaneously spare and ample."The New Yorker
The New Yorker
This Scottish writer and editor's second book of poems extends farther into the grim psychological territory mapped in his prize-winning début, "A Painted Field," examining the death of his father and some deeply disturbing dreams. Even more striking than Robertson's affinity for pain is his ability to tap into the uncanny, folkloric underside of nature poetry. He has the Romantic poet's way of finding a mirror for the self in the landscape: "A lift in the weather: a clemency / I cling to like the legend / of myself." Most impressive of all are poems after Rilke - Rilke's famous panther here "swings on the pivot of his numb and baffled will" -- and poems based on Greek myths, in which we find a minotaur whose maze is a "house of many corners / but only one room."
"The beach is still bright./ The children I never had/ run to the edge" in the harsh, melancholic Slow Air carved into precise eddies by Robin Robertson. Following up on the London poet's debut A Painted Field, these lyrics aim straight for "the steady burning pilot/ light of fear behind the eyes." Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.