Post by sɐǝpı ɟo uoıʇɐɹǝpǝɟ on Jul 7, 2016 21:40:13 GMT
shameless plug for my aunt's new book of poetry just published by Spuyten Duyvil www.spuytenduyvil.net/knock.html
Janet Hamill’s Knock is intensely visual and invigorating. The interwoven shifts of its seductive language tenders a third dimensional reading experience. This is an ambitious work, rich with unexpected juxtapositions—Casanova and the Huns, Rothko and Goat’s Head Soup. A bounteous world into which we’re drawn by one of our true poets.
-Patti Smith
Here, finally, the full-blown Trance Poetics of our homegrown Jersey girl surrealist, Janet Hamill. As she travels the world, from Hollywood to Canyon de Chelly to Mardi Gras to Key West to Jersey, back to Tijuana, forth to Morocco and Ethiopia, landing like a rocket-headstone in New York, she creates a new world in a new language. Knock is new form, as yet unnamed, hypnotic, beguiling, gestural—as close to ritual as a poem text can be. Mix it—the Azmiri poets in Addis will drink their honey wine, the Yaquí shamans will eat their peyote, and New York will hallucinate poetry but no one but Hamill will Knock. Enter this world at your own risk. Prepare to change everything. Relax, it’s all laid out in front of you, a prescient shadow. Just Knock.
-Bob Holman
www.spuytenduyvil.net/knock.html
Janet Hamill’s Knock is intensely visual and invigorating. The interwoven shifts of its seductive language tenders a third dimensional reading experience. This is an ambitious work, rich with unexpected juxtapositions—Casanova and the Huns, Rothko and Goat’s Head Soup. A bounteous world into which we’re drawn by one of our true poets.
-Patti Smith
Here, finally, the full-blown Trance Poetics of our homegrown Jersey girl surrealist, Janet Hamill. As she travels the world, from Hollywood to Canyon de Chelly to Mardi Gras to Key West to Jersey, back to Tijuana, forth to Morocco and Ethiopia, landing like a rocket-headstone in New York, she creates a new world in a new language. Knock is new form, as yet unnamed, hypnotic, beguiling, gestural—as close to ritual as a poem text can be. Mix it—the Azmiri poets in Addis will drink their honey wine, the Yaquí shamans will eat their peyote, and New York will hallucinate poetry but no one but Hamill will Knock. Enter this world at your own risk. Prepare to change everything. Relax, it’s all laid out in front of you, a prescient shadow. Just Knock.
-Bob Holman
www.spuytenduyvil.net/knock.html