Description
“It makes no sense. You would be strangers / if not for this.”
In Strangers, Rob Taylor makes new the epiphany poem: the short lyric ending with a moment of recognition or arrival. In his hands, the form becomes not simply a revelation in words but, in Wallace Stevens’ phrase, “a revelation in words by means of the words.” The epiphany here is not only the poet’s. It’s ours. A book about the songlines of memory and language and the ways in which they connect us to other human beings, to read Strangers is to become part of the lineages (literary, artistic, familial) that it braids together—to become, as Richard Outram puts it, an “unspoken / Stranger no longer.”
Praise for Strangers
“It takes a special temperament to be able to write as directly and intimately about such situations as Taylor does without lapsing either into sentimentality or self-pitying melodrama. There is indeed nothing showy or theatrical about Taylor’s poetic methods, and although the endnotes reveal a wide range of literary sources, he wears his knowledge lightly … These poems’ disarmingly frank explorations of self knowledge represent a major advance on an already impressive poetic career.”—Christopher Levenson, The Ormsby Review
“If ‘Imagery is the memory of memory’ as Stanley Plumly believed, Rob Taylor’s Strangers out with Biblioasis press uses imagery as both revelation and reconciliation. The poems tease epiphany from memory, memory from language, language from grief and loss. I urge everyone to go out and buy this wonderful poetry collection that dares sadness and boldly remembers, imagining a present moment where our deceased loved ones and friends are still close by, albeit unseen, making loss and life more palpable.”—The Miramichi Reader
Praise for Rob Taylor
“Taylor’s most affecting and adept poems remix actual quotations from the project participants inside of poetic structures and techniques. The saddest poem, perhaps, is the one that gives the book its title: ‘When people say, “So how are you?” / really they want you to say, “Oh I’m great.” / I’m sure there’s something chemical to it, but // when you say, “Oh not so great” / people go, “I didn’t want to hear that.” / I have been trained since I was a very young child.'”—Jonathan Ball, Winnipeg Free Press
“[Taylor’s] charming and insightful blending of life and death, memories and premonitions, often catches the reader off guard with casual offhand profundity … Thanks to his poetic directness we are emotionally with him and his family all the way.”—Christopher Levenson, Vancouver Sun
“The News has an odd and noteworthy relationship with sentimentality … Rather than striking an ironic and self-effacing stance, a stance which a lesser poet would no doubt have taken, Taylor engages honestly, vulnerably, and aptly with his topic … Despite this being the poet’s second collection, it will no doubt be cherished like a first born.”—Richard Kelly Kemick, The Fiddlehead
“These conversationally philosophical musings, with an undercurrent of the terrible/horrible news infiltrating baby’s beneficence, find ‘tension’ and ‘intimacy’ waltzing.”—Joanne Light, Halifax Chronicle-Herald
“Taylor’s new book makes you not want to take anything for granted. Waking up to your partner playing Ella Fitzgerald. Dinner with friends. Appreciating a good cranberry sauce. The news is good.”—Matthew Walsh, Poetry is Dead
