The House on Boulevard St: New and Selected PoemsLSU Press, 2007 - 153 pages The poems in The House on Boulevard St. were written within earshot of David Kirby's Old World masters, Shakespeare and Dante. From the former, Kirby takes the compositional method of organizing not only the whole book but also each separate section as a dream; from the latter, a three-part scheme that gives the book rough symmetry. Long-lined and often laugh-out-loud funny, Kirby's poems are ample steamer trunks into which the poet seems to be able to put just about anything-the heated restlessness of youth, the mixed blessings of self-imposed exile, the settled pleasures of home. As the poet Philip Levine says, "The world that Kirby takes into his imagination and the one that arises from it merge to become a creation like no other, something like the world we inhabit but funnier and more full of wonder and terror. He has evolved a poetic vision that seems able to include anything, and when he lets it sweep him across the face of Europe and America, the results are astonishing." |
Contents
At the Grave of Harold Goldstein | 10 |
Dear Derrida | 25 |
Meetings with Remarkable Men | 42 |
II | 55 |
The Search for Baby Combover | 69 |
The Exorcist of NotreDame | 81 |
The Beauty Trap | 95 |
III | 109 |
Think Satan Done It | 123 |
My Brother the Jew | 137 |
Notes | 153 |
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