Book
reviews must be analytical,
but I
don’t want to be analytical now,
I just
want to say that I like it,
this
book, It Swings from Side to Side*
Why do
you like it?
Because
of how it makes me feel
How does
it make you feel?
Not like
prose (even when there is prose)
but like
at Lúnasa
sad and
celebratory,
a wave
of something anti-logical
in the
chest and/or bowel
Why is
it sad?
Because
James in this book
knows of
his death, the lights of dawn
as the
débauché loses consciousness,
vomits
and the party goes black,
the body
cannot keep up
with the
convulsions
and the
amber liquid finally gags him—
and
thus, because James is my friend
Why is
it celebratory?
Because
as he imparts
in
numerous languages—
Silver
English, Silver Irish,
Silver
Latin among them—
until
the blackout,
drink
makes us feel good
and our
friends are here,
they are
naked
and we
are penetrating/licking
each
other
and could fall
in love
What
swings from side to side?
I think
it must be the parts of the body,
but also
that when we reach one side
we move
to “the other”
What is
“the other”?
Like
when you gather berries
on a
hilltop
and
bring them to the bonfire
and
someone hands you a bottle
and you
take a drink
and you
begin to speak
in
cadences art-technologic,
which
are taken up
with
fire smoke,
and the
beings,
who are
real by the way,*
say “hi”
back to you,
and in
the morning you proceed
around
the well
in
sunwise circles,
in ludic laughter
*Read the book
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