Black Lab: Poems

by David Young

Book Overview

David Young, the distinguished poet and translator, offers us a gorgeous cycle of poems attuned to the Midwestern seasons--to weather both emotional and actual. A writer of thrilling invention and... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0375711295
• ISBN13: 9780375711299
• Release Date: September 2007
• Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group
• Length: 80 Pages
• Weight: 0.29 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 6.1" x 8.4"

Customer Reviews

Sometimes he starts from scratch; sometimes, it's an idea bounced off someone else's

perhaps because he taught English, poetry and prose, at Oberlin for so long, and has translated from the German, Chinese, Polish--and God knows how many other languages. He takes an idea, and puts his own twist on it, or simply a prose statement, and turns it into poetry. And once in a while, adds peculiarities of language one has never thought of before ("It's best to take God backwards; even sideways"). Here are three of my favorites: Black Labrador 1 Churchill called his bad visits from depression a big black dog. We have revised that, Winston. We've named him Nemo, no one, a black hole where light is gulped--invisible by night: by day, when light licks everything to shine, a black silk coat ablaze with inky shade. He's our black lab, wherein mad scientists concoct excessive energy. It snows, and he bounds out, inebriate of cold. The white flakes settle on his back and neck and nose and make a little universe. 2 It's best to take God backward; even sideways He is too much to contemplate, "a deep but dazzling darkness," as Vaughan says. And so I let my Nemo-omen lead me onward and on toward that deep dark I'm meant to enter, entertain, when my time comes... The day wheels past, a creaky cart, I study the rippling anthracite that steadies me, the tar, the glossy licorice, the sable; and in this snowfall that I should detest, late March and early April, I'm still rapt to see his coat so constellated, starred, re-starred, making a comic cosmos I can love. **************** A Doctor's History (Notes and Acknowledgments at the end of book "...derives from a story in The Cleveland Plain Dealer, by Harlan Spector, about Dr. Mark McDonough, 7/2/01.") I grabbed the doorknob and it burned my hand. The door was frozen shut in that much heat. "And this is how you die..." I dropped down flat and slithered toward the door of the garage. That's where they found me, curled up like a fetus, most of my arm skin burned away, not worth reviving, truly. In the ambulance, I said it best: "Please, God, don't let me live." I do burn cases now, a plastic surgeon; when they first ask about my waffled skin I know they're going to make it. I explain about my grafts, how thighs and butt and groin supplied the stuff that covered arms and hands. I don't detail how many operations. They start to think of life, of coming back. I do not tell them, though, because they know, that when you've been to hell, a part of you will always stay there, stopped at that hot door. ************ Sally and the Sun "Thus we understand the verb 'cut' in the sentences 'The barber cut my hair,' 'The tailor cut the cloth,' and 'The surgeon cut the skin' quite differently because we bring to bear on these sentences a large cultural background knowledge...For the same reason, we don't know how to interpret the sentences 'Sally cut the sun' or 'Bill cut the mountain.'" ---John Searle (from a review in The New York

The Black Lab, a new high

This book is sophiticated, magical and comforting. The poetry flows and speaks on a most personal level to the privacy of our souls. This is an incredibly talented man.