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 Big Bright Sun

Poetry by Nate Pritts

BlazeVOX [books], October 2010

ISBN-10: 1609640209

ISBN-13: 978-1-609-64020-0

Paperback: 90pp; $16.00

Review by Dan Magers



When reading the poetry of Nate Pritts, one gets the sense that his drive to write poetry originated from the ecstatic strain of the Beat Generation, namely through the poetry of Philip Whalen and the Ginsberg of “Supermarket in California,” as opposed to the more apocalyptic strain personified by Burroughs and Ginsberg’s “Howl.” This is the strain that has it that all of nature and even some man-made objects are imbued with a holy light and the possibility of transcendence. This is a source of yearning and salvation for Pritts, as he writes in the first poem of his fourth book, Big Bright Sun, “There are literally / hundreds of roses I could pick today // or leave for tomorrow & the evening / of a different year, the purple evening.” In the book, this is especially true of the sun:

What could be wrong? There is right now a big yellow orb

hanging overhead &, no, it won’t fall &, yes,

it is beautiful; everything around you is beautiful. You

is beautiful. You is stunning, shocking the whole world



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Field Work

Notes, Songs, Poems 1997-2010

Poetry by David Hadbawnik

BlazeVOX [books], April 2011

ISBN-10: 1609640101

ISBN-13: 978-1-60964-010-1

Paperback: 138pp; $16.00

Review by Patrick James Dunagan



From the beginning, Hadbawnik's book offers itself as a tale of self-discovery: the precocious journey of a young poet brimming with literary-mindedness working towards further developing into a mature, aware-minded, somewhat older poet dutifully reporting back as his development continues. Unfortunately, rather than further sharpening and developing insights on writing or living, the work loses focus as it progresses and is worse off for it.

Hadbawnik opens with the possibility that by diving into himself via writing, he’ll thereby reveal something beyond his own sense of himself, allowing his person to become a vehicular channel for the song of words:

July 8 [1997]

As soon as I stepped outside the music started inside me, as though it had been waiting for me all along


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