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Reviews"The last of the old poems in Field's latest selection is "Sorry, I Never Slept with Allen Ginsberg." It's as grand a valediction to the old bohemian as he's likely ever to get, and it forcibly reminds us of another queer, Jewish, radical, New York poet who's much more fun to read--Edward Field! Although he has been as footloose as his famous coeval (many older poems attest to voyages from North Africa to Afghanistan, and one of the newest concludes, "I'll keep going, keep going, keep going . . ."), Field still seems much more of a homebody, writing about pottering about the apartment and the city more than faraway places. When he writes about the (his) body, he is wondrous as Ginsberg but commonplace and funny rather than cosmic and vatic. When he's vulgar (reasonably often), he's like a benign, though filthy, stand-up comic, minus the cynicism. His celebrated Hollywood poems, extrapolating from silver screen "classics" both actual ("Bride of Frankenstein") and conceptual ("Comeback"), are incisively mordant and pitifully moving, masterpieces of camp sensibility. But if humor predominates in his older work, anger suffuses the new poems, written after the fall of the Twin Towers. Because the anger is mastered and channeled into cogent, down-to-earth speech, Field's may be the best 9/11 protest poems yet." --Booklist, A testimony, or rather a witnessing of a very rich and deep life. Field is a poet that does not take himself too seriously, and that renders his poetry, not only readable, but simply, great. Field is, truly, amazing., Edward Field is my favorite poet and he has been for decades. Deftly written and deceptively casual, Field's poetry lodges in the heart where it belongs. This new collection, After the Fall, is just plain wonderful., I have for decades considered Edward Field our greatest living poet. He combines the wriest wit with the deepest compassion. He has raised the movie poem, the 'confessional' poem, the performance poem, and the memoir to the highest art in the most conversational of styles. He taught an entire generation of poets to talk straight and (his favorite word) 'sassy.' He remains modest, mischievous, and full of surprises. He is quite simply (or not so simply) the best., "I have for decades considered Edward Field our greatest living poet. He combines the wriest wit with the deepest compassion. He has raised the movie poem, the 'confessional' poem, the performance poem, and the memoir to the highest art in the most conversational of styles. He taught an entire 'generation of poets' to talk straight and 'sassy.' He remains modest, mischievous, and full of surprises. He is quite simply (or not so simply) the best." --Gerald Locklin, When [Field] writes about the (his) body, he is as wondrous as Ginsberg but commonplace and funny rather than cosmic and vatic. When he's vulgar (reasonably often), he's like a benign, though filthy, stand-up comic, minus the cynicism. . . . But if humor predominates in his older work, anger suffuses the new poems, written after the fall of the Twin Towers. Because that anger is mastered and channeled into cogent, down-to-earth speech, Field's may be the best 9/11 protest poems yet., In all of Field's offerings lies an irrepressible wit and a bite that is affecting in its point of entry and its departure of warning. The poet revels, like Whitman, in the youthfulness of spirit that has no intention of exiting from the stage of senior age., "Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the caf patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause." --Billy Collins, "It [ After the Fall ] is a testimony, or rather a witnessing of a very rich and deep life. Field is a poet that does not take himself too seriously, and that renders his poetry, not only readable, but simply put, great." --Liberty Press, "Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the cafe patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause." --Billy Collins, "Primal, earthy images in exceptional poetry. . .The verses about the creation of day, night, sun, moon, stars, thunder, lightning, heaven, earth and hell resound with wonder, vengeance, and bravery, offering a keen sense of the people." --Kirkus ReviewsonMagic Words, " Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the cafe patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause." --Billy Collins, Anyone who's ever sniffled about not understanding contemporary poetry should read Edward Field, posthaste. Accessible and urgent, he keeps it taut and in the process we are taught. . . . This is strong stuff, like a healthy dose of medicine . . . the language is hard-hitting and direct. Sometimes it is heart-wrenching. Field is about how we live. He can stand back to capture perspective and then set it in motion., "The last of the old poems in Field's latest selection is "Sorry, I Never Slept with Allen Ginsberg." It's as grand a valediction to the old bohemian as he's likely ever to get, and it forcibly reminds us of another queer, Jewish, radical, New York poet who's much more fun to read-Edward Field! Although he has been as footloose as his famous coeval (many older poems attest to voyages from North Africa to Afghanistan, and one of the newest concludes, "I'll keep going, keep going, keep going . . ."), Field still seems much more of a homebody, writing about pottering about the apartment and the city more than faraway places. When he writes about the (his) body, he is wondrous as Ginsberg but commonplace and funny rather than cosmic and vatic. When he's vulgar (reasonably often), he's like a benign, though filthy, stand-up comic, minus the cynicism. His celebrated Hollywood poems, extrapolating from silver screen "classics" both actual ("Bride of Frankenstein") and conceptual ("Comeback"), are incisively mordant and pitifully moving, masterpieces of camp sensibility. But if humor predominates in his older work, anger suffuses the new poems, written after the fall of the Twin Towers. Because the anger is mastered and channeled into cogent, down-to-earth speech, Field's may be the best 9/11 protest poems yet." -Booklist, " Primal, earthy images in exceptional poetry. . .The verses about the creation of day, night, sun, moon, stars, thunder, lightning, heaven, earth and hell resound with wonder, vengeance, and bravery, offering a keen sense of the people." "--Kirkus Reviews "on "Magic Words", "Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the cafÉ patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause." --Billy Collins, Politically charged, rooted in bohemian ideals, and drenched with the call for sexual freedom, 'After the Fall' is a critical volume for the complete library., " I have for decades considered Edward Field our greatest living poet. He combines the wriest wit with the deepest compassion. He has raised the movie poem, the 'confessional' poem, the performance poem, and the memoir to the highest art in the most conversational of styles. He taught an entire 'generation of poets' to talk straight and 'sassy.' He remains modest, mischievous, and full of surprises. He is quite simply (or not so simply) the best." --Gerald Locklin, Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the cafe patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause., Primal, earthy images in exceptional poetry. . .The verses about the creation of day, night, sun, moon, stars, thunder, lightning, heaven, earth and hell resound with wonder, vengeance, and bravery, offering a keen sense of the people., "Edward Field may indeed have something in common with the caf patron in one of his poems who sobs 'Je suis vieux!' but he is still producing spry, animated poems, which perfectly mix honesty and playfulness. Let us stand up, friends, and give his new collection a round of loud applause." --Billy Collins