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Enough to Be Mortal Now - Softcover

Crusz, Rienzi

 
9781894770606: Enough to Be Mortal Now

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Poetry. In his most recent volume of poetry, Rienzi Crusz's preoccupations have not substantially changed, but his perspectives have. He is deeply conscious of time and place, the events of the past and the concerns of the future. But like many lyrical poets, he is also concerned with broader existential concerns, with love and hope, with tragedy and despair. He continues to look at nature in its multiple forms for inspiration and tranquility. The journey continues. Rienzi Crusz "must wizard a track through his own screaming weed." As he meditates on the edge of silence, he goes feistily through the scowl of age, distance and time, lovingly through the many idioms of the sun, and revels in the poetic spaces with the `singing metaphor,' the dance of words. Crusz also sings of his zest for life--"Hell, No !" He will "not go gentle into that dark night." As always, he holds to the tried recipes of his song: love and laughter, and memories that stay like honey in the mouth.

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Rienzi Crusz was born in Sri Lanka and came to Canada in 1965. He was educated at the Universities of Ceylon, London (England), Toronto, and Waterloo. He is the author of eleven books of verse and has been widely published in periodicals and anthologies in Canada and the United States.

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"Hell, No!" He will "not go gentile into that good night."

In this volume of poetry, Rienzi Crusz's preoccupations have not substantially changed, but his perspectives have. Deeply conscious of time and place, now, he brings here the broader existential concerns of love, home, and mortality, and tragedy and depsair. Nature provides a backdrop for inspiration and traquility.

The journey continues. Rienzi Crusz "must wizard a track through his own screaming weed." As he meditates on the edge of silence, he goes festily through the scowl of age, distance and time, lovingly through the many idioms of the sun, as he revels in the poetic spaces with the "singing metaphor," the dance of words.

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"Hell, No!" He will "not go gentile into that good night."

In this volume of poetry, Rienzi Crusz's preoccupations have not substantially changed, but his perspectives have. Deeply conscious of time and place, now, he brings here the broader existential concerns of love, home, and mortality, and tragedy and depsair. Nature provides a backdrop for inspiration and traquility.

The journey continues. Rienzi Crusz "must wizard a track through his own screaming weed." As he meditates on the edge of silence, he goes festily through the scowl of age, distance and time, lovingly through the many idioms of the sun, as he revels in the poetic spaces with the "singing metaphor," the dance of words.

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