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Fugue for Other Hands

4.18  ·  Rating Details ·  11 Ratings  ·  6 Reviews
Winner of the 2011 Cider Press Review Book Award
Paperback, 88 pages
Published January 1st 2013 by Cider Press Review
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Aug 12, 2014 Bethany rated it it was amazing
It's work like Fugue for Other Hands that bring you to a place, tell you how the ground feels, show you what it really feels to be connected to a place. And more importantly, what it means for that place to be connecting back to you, as if you were as much a part of the scenery as any rock or tree.

I cringe to start any phrase as cliche as "Joseph Fasano's imagery", but with Fugue for Other Hands, Fasano reminds us how integral we are to our scenery, how the country road, that old route we used
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Aug 13, 2015 Gerry LaFemina rated it really liked it
Shelves: poetry
Joe Fasano's first book is a good first book, but it suffers from what many first books suffer from--a chronic playing of poetic strengths, which leads to a kind of tonal monotony; recurring gestures and image; moments when ambition and language are not in sync. Still, Fasano is a formidable poetic talent, and we see in these poems the spark of the poet he's becoming.
Jennifer Collins
Nov 08, 2016 Jennifer Collins rated it really liked it
Shelves: poetry
Fasano's poems are built from lyrical language that swings along with images that are more than capable of haunting one's dreams, and the best ones have an almost eerie ringing of past greats brought back to life--especially in the end of this collection, though the poems are clearly contemporary, there's something of an echo of Gerard Manley Hopkins and his thunderous rhythms. The caveat here is that the best of the poems come in the end of the collection--though I wandered through the first ...more
Feb 07, 2016 Lois rated it it was amazing
I might be able to put a down on a small house if I received a commission for how many times I've mentioned this book to friends and acquaintances or purchased Fugue as a special gift. Half joking aside, this book has changed the game for several friends of considerable talent and accomplishments. Fasano has resurrected my faith in contemporary poetics. His present and future recognition are and will be proof of his formidable talent.

A collection which will be on my shelf when I am an old woman
Aug 04, 2014 Hannah rated it it was amazing
Absolutely lovely. My new favorite poet of 2013! I reread this often and keep it next to my bed for end of the day pondering.
Jun 27, 2016 N rated it liked it
First handful of poems absolutely killed me!!
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“Now when I go out, the wind pulls me into the grave. I go out to part the hair of a child I left behind, and he pushes his face into my cuffs, to smell the wind. If I carry my father with me, it is the way a horse carries autumn in its mane. If I remember my brother, it is as if a buck had knelt down in a room I was in. I kneel, and the wind kneels down in me. What is it to have a history, a flock buried in the blindness of winter? Try crawling with two violins into the hallway of your father’s hearse. It is filled with sparrows. Sometimes I go to the field and the field is bare. There is the wind, which entrusts me; there is a woman walking with a pail of milk, a man who tilts his bread in the sun; there is the black heart of a mare in the milk—or is it the wind, the way it goes? I don’t know about the wind, about the way it goes. All I know is that sometimes someone will pick up the black violin of his childhood and start playing—that it sits there on his shoulder like a thin gray falcon asleep in its blinders, and that we carry each other this way because it is the way we would like to be carried: sometimes with mercy, sometimes without.” 3 likes
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