Beschreibung:
In his third collection, My Father Says Grace, Donald Platt combines elegy with verse of larger historical allusion and reference. At the center of the book stand poems detailing a father's stroke and slowly developing Alzheimer's disease and how it affects one family. An extended meditation on a mother-in-law's dying provides counterpoint to elegies for more public figures like Walt Whitman and Janis Joplin. The private life in "e;the valley of the shadow of death"e; often gets juxtaposed with explicitly political verse. One of these poems records the racially charged conversations in a small southern town's Amazing Grace Beauty Salon. Another describes a Vietnam protestor, famously photographed while sticking flowers in an MP's gun barrel, alongside images from his later life as a transvestite. The poems tend to find themselves in the midst of crisis, historical or personal. They yearn for "e;transport"e; and strive "e;to be 'carried across,' away, out, toward, back into / / some new country / where the soul improvises, croons scat to itself alone."e;
In his third collection, My Father Says Grace, Donald Platt combines elegy with verse of larger historical allusion and reference. At the center of the book stand poems detailing a father's stroke and slowly developing Alzheimer's disease and how it affects one family. An extended meditation on a mother-in-law's dying provides counterpoint to elegies for more public figures like Walt Whitman and Janis Joplin. The private life in "e;the valley of the shadow of death"e; often gets juxtaposed with explicitly political verse. One of these poems records the racially charged conversations in a small southern town's Amazing Grace Beauty Salon. Another describes a Vietnam protestor, famously photographed while sticking flowers in an MP's gun barrel, alongside images from his later life as a transvestite. The poems tend to find themselves in the midst of crisis, historical or personal. They yearn for "e;transport"e; and strive "e;to be 'carried across,' away, out, toward, back into / / some new country / where the soul improvises, croons scat to itself alone."e;