Bøger af Saskia Hamilton

A series of brief, haunting lyrics and prose fragments, the poems in As for Dream hover in suspension between states of consciousness or being. Hamilton's verse both illustrates and investigates the human experience at many different intervals: as we wake from the dream world, as we meet the loss or disruption of our desires, as we tend to the ill, and as we die. Once we cross those boundaries, does the self remain intact? These poems record and question moments when we slip from the casing of the body and the social world and try to make our way back, or find we cannot.

Who becomes familiar with mortalillness for very long. I was a stranger, &c.Not everyone appreciates it, noone finds being the third personbecoming, it's never accurate,and then one is headed for the past tense.Futurity that was once a lark, a gamble,a chance messenger, traffic and trade, under sail.The boy touches your arm in his sleepfor ballast. It's warm in the hold. Betweenship and sky, the bounds of sightalone, sphere so bounded.-from 'All Souls'

In All Souls, Saskia Hamilton transforms compassion, fear, expectation, and memory into art of the highest order. Judgment is suspended as the poems and lyric fragments make an inventory of truths that carry us through night's reckoning with mortal hope into daylight. But even daylight-with its escapements and unbreakable numbers, "restless, / irregular light and shadow, awakened"-can't appease the crisis of survival at the heart of this collection. Marked with a new openness and freedom-a new way of saying that is itself a study of what can and can't be said-the poems give way to Hamilton's mind, and her unerring descriptions of everyday life: "the asphalt velvety in the rain."The central suite of poems vibrates with a ghostly radioactive attentiveness, with care unbounded by time or space. Its impossible charge is to acknowledge and ease suffering with a gaze that both widens and narrows its aperture. Lightly told, told without sentimentality, the story is devastating. A mother prepares to take leave of a young son. Impossible departure. "A disturbance within the order of moments." One that can't be stopped, though in these poems language does arrest and in some essential ways fix time.Tenderness, courage, refusal, and acceptance infuse this work, illuminating what Elizabeth Hardwick called "the universal unsealed wound of existence."

Poet Saskia Hamilton, author of As for Dream, explores "where the pull of reverie becomes palpable and eerily seductive" (Poetry).Only night First light I will not quite fit in this hole nor you with your long fingers -from "Divide These"These spare, evocative poems register things at the edge of our attention that confound our systems of belief. In Divide These, Saskia Hamilton brings delicate observation together with riveting assertion to make an original, unsettling music.