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And Turns Still the Sun at Dusk Blood-Red...
Poems from Sunlight at Midnight, Darkness at Noon
Poetry, 72 pp, 5.5 inches x 8.5 inches.
AND TURNS STILL THE SUN AT DUSK BLOOD-RED was designed and typeset by Sean Lynch in Belfast, Northern Ireland.The text is set in 10pt on 14pt Joanna.The paperback dust jacket and the hardcovers are airbrush painted and letterpress printed in 2 colors on French paper. Hardcovers were bound and dust jackets were printed by Bill Roberts at Bottle of Smoke Press in the hamlet of Wallkill, New York.
This first edition is limited to an edition of 126 copies:
100 paperback copies perfect bound in letterpress printed dustjacket
26 hardcover copies, quarter-bound in cloth and letterpress printed paper over boards. Signed by both authors on the following page.
Poetry, 72 pp, 5.5 inches x 8.5 inches.
AND TURNS STILL THE SUN AT DUSK BLOOD-RED was designed and typeset by Sean Lynch in Belfast, Northern Ireland.The text is set in 10pt on 14pt Joanna.The paperback dust jacket and the hardcovers are airbrush painted and letterpress printed in 2 colors on French paper. Hardcovers were bound and dust jackets were printed by Bill Roberts at Bottle of Smoke Press in the hamlet of Wallkill, New York.
This first edition is limited to an edition of 126 copies:
100 paperback copies perfect bound in letterpress printed dustjacket
26 hardcover copies, quarter-bound in cloth and letterpress printed paper over boards. Signed by both authors on the following page.
- GenresPoetry
72 pages, Paperback
First published February 28, 2016
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Hosho McCreesh
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January 20, 2016
I got the advanced copy PDF of this from Hosho in hopes of spreading some good lovin' about the book, and I sure as hell will make that happen. I really had no idea what I was getting into with Blood-Red and I kind of don't know if I will ever get out of it.
There's something goddamn mystical about short poems when they are done right. These are done beautifully by both Cunningham and McCreesh. I haven't read the letter exchanges (Sunlight at Midnight and Darkness at Noon) that precede this, but I'm going to have to now. The 2 poets play off each-other, where one goes the other one follows, and where one does not go, the other one dwells. They are both contrasting and one in the same, it doesn't even make sense how well the pieces fit. I don't know how 2 poets could share a vision that comes across as so unified, and at the same time each retain their unique voice.
Somehow, both Cunningham and McCreesh say more with less, and there's really true artistry and mastery of the craft/word in taking on so many short pieces and bringing them all together. Fair warning to readers, these poems linger, they stay with you, they pack a punch and leave bruises, sometimes poking at the sheer joy of life and living, and other times taking on much heavier subjects.
Either way, this is a must read, I've had this a couple days and read it in a blaze ASAP, now have been rereading and it's just so raw, a writer is so exposed with a short poem, by leaving excessive detail and narration out of the poem, you're left with a pile of guts, everything laid on the line, leaving something still to be uncovered by the reader is a tricky task, and leaves goosebumps when it's done right.
A whole conversational back and forth book of short poems is a big risk and with a big risk comes a big reward, Blood-Red is that reward.
There's something goddamn mystical about short poems when they are done right. These are done beautifully by both Cunningham and McCreesh. I haven't read the letter exchanges (Sunlight at Midnight and Darkness at Noon) that precede this, but I'm going to have to now. The 2 poets play off each-other, where one goes the other one follows, and where one does not go, the other one dwells. They are both contrasting and one in the same, it doesn't even make sense how well the pieces fit. I don't know how 2 poets could share a vision that comes across as so unified, and at the same time each retain their unique voice.
Somehow, both Cunningham and McCreesh say more with less, and there's really true artistry and mastery of the craft/word in taking on so many short pieces and bringing them all together. Fair warning to readers, these poems linger, they stay with you, they pack a punch and leave bruises, sometimes poking at the sheer joy of life and living, and other times taking on much heavier subjects.
Either way, this is a must read, I've had this a couple days and read it in a blaze ASAP, now have been rereading and it's just so raw, a writer is so exposed with a short poem, by leaving excessive detail and narration out of the poem, you're left with a pile of guts, everything laid on the line, leaving something still to be uncovered by the reader is a tricky task, and leaves goosebumps when it's done right.
A whole conversational back and forth book of short poems is a big risk and with a big risk comes a big reward, Blood-Red is that reward.
December 31, 2015
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June 14, 2021There is a path made of words, and in this newfound ragged beauty, there is hope.
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