Last Bacchanale - Softcover

Inhaltsangabe

Welcome to the 42nd collection of poems by George Wallace, Whitmanian, bold, free-spirited and compassionate, world-wide in scope and intimate in vision. Poetry that is by turns DIonysian, post-Dionysian, and deeply transactional; placid as milk, overwhelming as a five-alarm fire. Wallace continues to defy the limitations of time and human energy. His is a poetry of dazzling range and tone, a self-declared poet of gravediggers and elusive women, his boots trampling through Eden’s gate and out into worlds known and unknown. These are the poems of an icon-buster and disobedient soldier. His heart is his weapon, he opens up old wounds and pours elixir in, tears innocence out of the womb and nurses it into being as if they were children of his own. "I am the ointment and the cure, friend to wild stallions and the downtrodden. I return life to uninhabitable regions and spread lavishly across earth. And my tongue is sweet, sweet! as the dagger of dawn over ruined cities.

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