Blessings for the Hands
Matthew Schwartz
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From The Sky Inside the Shaking Tree
What you feel
reveals you.
Watch
for the sustenance
inclined to a source,
enamored of singularity,
quickly here and quickly
gone, shadow from which
the body's courage comes.
Fireflies
apparently stumbling.
I slapped one on my leg.
Its blood glowed.
Blessings for the Hands follows various speakersтАФoften disabled speakers, who never once figure themselves as objects of complaint or self-pityтАФthrough the haunted dreamscape of тАЬnormalcy.тАЭ Indeed, dreams are continuous presences in this unusually subtle and elegant debut collection that juxtaposes physical circumstances with the vast interior life of the imagination. The subjects of Blessings for the Hands are real and imagined confrontationsтАФand reconciliationsтАФbetween family members, friends, strangers, and animals. Matthew SchwartzтАЩs quasi-autobiographical verse complicates and clarifies the emotions waiting just underneath the patterns and expectations of the speakersтАЩ daylight lives, where anger, joy, corporeality, and mortality all seem to collide. For Schwartz, poetry is a sleight of hand that keeps the reader guessing through nearly imperceptible shifts between present vision and absent reality. Blessings for the Hands is a lyric reckoning of the tension between the life we are given and the life we are determined to lead.
тАЬBlessings for the Hands is emotionally strong and imaginatively wild, distinctive, deeply moving, without an ort of self-pity, and pervaded by тАШcompassion down to your fingertipsтАЩ (which Chekhov said is тАШthe only methodтАЩ both to write and to live). This angle of vision is sharp enough to unify much disparate material. The poems are clear and musical and consequently a pleasure to read and reread despite their gravity. I think this may be lasting work.тАЭтАФMichael Ryan
What you feel
reveals you.
Watch
for the sustenance
inclined to a source,
enamored of singularity,
quickly here and quickly
gone, shadow from which
the body's courage comes.
Fireflies
apparently stumbling.
I slapped one on my leg.
Its blood glowed.
Blessings for the Hands follows various speakersтАФoften disabled speakers, who never once figure themselves as objects of complaint or self-pityтАФthrough the haunted dreamscape of тАЬnormalcy.тАЭ Indeed, dreams are continuous presences in this unusually subtle and elegant debut collection that juxtaposes physical circumstances with the vast interior life of the imagination. The subjects of Blessings for the Hands are real and imagined confrontationsтАФand reconciliationsтАФbetween family members, friends, strangers, and animals. Matthew SchwartzтАЩs quasi-autobiographical verse complicates and clarifies the emotions waiting just underneath the patterns and expectations of the speakersтАЩ daylight lives, where anger, joy, corporeality, and mortality all seem to collide. For Schwartz, poetry is a sleight of hand that keeps the reader guessing through nearly imperceptible shifts between present vision and absent reality. Blessings for the Hands is a lyric reckoning of the tension between the life we are given and the life we are determined to lead.
тАЬBlessings for the Hands is emotionally strong and imaginatively wild, distinctive, deeply moving, without an ort of self-pity, and pervaded by тАШcompassion down to your fingertipsтАЩ (which Chekhov said is тАШthe only methodтАЩ both to write and to live). This angle of vision is sharp enough to unify much disparate material. The poems are clear and musical and consequently a pleasure to read and reread despite their gravity. I think this may be lasting work.тАЭтАФMichael Ryan
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Matthew Schwartz is a writer and editor living in Brooklyn, New York. He is the recipient of awards from the Academy of American Poets and the International Institute of Modern Letters.
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