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In Hours of the Cardinal, a mothers death triggers poems that journey through grief into the unnameable origins of consciousness -- before thought, talk, even printed words. These elegies weave stories and anecdotes from literature and the visual arts, literally trying to cheat death by facing it, even facing it down. The ghosts that take flesh in this collection are poets such as Tsvetayeva, Mandelstam, and Tu Fu, painters such as Max Ernst and Kahlo, the mystic Henry Vaughan, the singer-dancer Josephine Baker.By reprising these lives of exile and grief, the poems celebrate the bodys attempt to endure in the face of historical atrocities, like the holocausts, racism, and the commodification of the human spirit. In the process of memorializing such lives, Richard Lyons fictionalizes his mother as one more member of the "great dead" as he levels the living and the dead by collaging autobiography and history into narrative meditations.But the literal decline of the body through age and illness finally forces these poems to invent a fictive afterair that ironically refuses any otherworldly solace. These poems trust Paul Eluards famous lines "There is another world, / but it is in this one."In this book obsessed with death, things are always about to take shape and emerge; incipience and imminence are everywhere. The final section explores selfhood prior to its emergence into language and culture. In the poem "To My Deceased Mother, " Lyons fictively reinhabits the body of his dead mother not to assume the innocence of the womb but to open some new territory prior to consciousness. Through his poetry Lyons bends time so that afterlife and prenatal consciousness become a singleorbit.
About the author
Richard Lyons teaches at Mississippi State University, where he is director of creative writing. A past winner of the Peter I. B. Lavan Younger Poets Award from the Academy of American Poets, Lyons is the author of
These Modern Nights, his first collection of poems. His poems have appeared in many publications, including the
Paris Review, New Republic, and
Gettysburg Review.
Summary
In this collection, a mother's death triggers poems that journey through grief into the unnameable origins of consciousness - before thought, talk, even printed words. These elegies weave stories and anecdotes from literature and the visual arts, trying to cheat death by facing it.
