Floyd Skloot's eighth poetry collection, Approaching Winter, evokes the fluid and dynamic nature of memory as it ebbs and floods through our daily lives. Here the real and the imagined intermingle freely: In one poem, the cry of eagles reflects the wails of an infant daughter, long since grown and gone; in another, an aging Samuel Beckett prepares to throw the first pitch at Ebbets Field.
Traveling from Portland's Willamette River, which borders Skloot's home, to the hushed landscapes of the afterlife, the poems in this collection acknowledge the passage of time and the inevitable darkness that lies ahead. Yet Skloot also remains attuned to the urgency of the present moment, as he admires the plumage of the local birds in the short days before their journey south for the winter. By turns whimsical and meditative, Approaching Winter gives voice to the struggle to find coherence in a fragmented world.
|Publisher:||Louisiana State University Press|
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About the Author
Floyd Skloot's seven previous poetry collections include The End of Dreams, a finalist for the Paterson Poetry Prize, and The Snow's Music. His work has won three Pushcart Prizes and the PEN USA Literary Award in Creative Nonfiction. He lives in Portland, Oregon.
Date of Birth:July 6, 1947
Place of Birth:Brooklyn, New York
Education:B.A., Franklin & Marshall College, 1969; M.A., Southern Illinois University, 1971
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Approaching Winter By Floyd Skloot “Approaching Winter” by Floyd Skloot is a cozy read like I am being regaled with the tales of an old friend catching up or a new friend saying: This is me. Skloot honors his heritage opening with his Grandfather’s emigration from the Old Country in 1862. Juxtaposed is the famous Martian Radio broadcast by Orson Welles with his father’s marriage proposal to his mother. It is riveting. The terrain of marriage being so alien to those of us who when young have yet to embark on that journey. “In Memory” Skloot illustrates the fogginess of recall when emotions are strong, remembering the night his father died. I love the surreal-ness of the scene in “Approaching Winter” when Skloot imagines Hemingway on a paddle board, waving at him and he sees Gertrude Stein signal that she expects to join them. There is a timelessness about writing/writers that makes us feel no distance between ourselves and our writer ancestor idols and thus Skloot’s reference resonates soundly for me. I love love love Floyd Skloot’s ease with writing imagined scenes of immortals such as “Handel in London, 1741”, “Dylan Thomas at Sundown, November, 1953”, Samuel Beckett, Thomas Hardy et al… Skloot ends the book with “Barrier Island” describing how time washes former glories away, referencing a boardwalk of yesteryear that was now “nothing but piling.” What an incredibly sweet retrospective of a poet’s observations: sage and nostalgic, homey and warm. It’s a good read and I highly recommend it! Rainy Knight