Martin Corless-Smith limns the lyric soul within limits of body, time, and interrelation. In this new work we find him losing and lost yet buoyant in visions of classicism and location. I have finished a moment more lasting than bronze A fresh nothing held up to the face of Boreas When I look for myself I am not even there Everything has escaped through the fingers of my goddess Martin Corless-Smith is a native of Worcestershire, England. He is the author of five books of poems and one of fiction. He is professor of creative writing at Boise State University.
the formal aspects here are what at turns are this book's worst and best aspects. the grotesque aspects stop just short of being really affecting, "The severed foot in my stomach is love" being an early outlier. a bizarre mood here, conditioned i'm sure by the odd formality, prevails—and this is what ended up elevating the book for me, which otherwise would come across as maudlin and stale