Slant Room by Michael Eden ReynoldsSlant Room by Michael Eden Reynolds

Slant Room

byMichael Eden Reynolds

Paperback | October 1, 2009

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`Zach Wells, that fellow of strong opinions, first brought Michael Eden Reynolds to my attention. More than simply a freshness of voice, I read in Slant Room a longing: `What you see keeps receding, your breath/ in the morning air as you shift: one side, the other', and a searching: `This is someone else's dream you're in,/ though the rustworn tune's familiar as he carries your old bones through town', and a celebration: `sun, our two-fisted heart,/ pulls open the cloud'. Fashion cycles, as we know, but if that seer of Modernism, Ezra Pound, said one true thing, that `Only emotion endures', then I welcome you to the opportunity to come away from what Michael Reynolds has given us, with something enduring.'

Michael Eden Reynolds was born in Ottawa in 1973, but spent most of his childhood in Caledon, Ontario. He attended the University of Guelph before taking a summer job as a breakfast cook in Dawson City, Yukon, in 1995. He travelled in Asia from 1999 to 2000. Since completing a social work degree at Yukon College in 2003, he's worked as...
Title:Slant RoomFormat:PaperbackDimensions:96 pages, 8.75 × 5.5 × 0.35 inPublished:October 1, 2009Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889843228

ISBN - 13:9780889843226

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Read from the Book


Sight is a bird
atop the spine.

Sleep is the twittering
of the closed eye.

There comes a river of fish
caught in dream's light.

The bird spreads its wings.

Let it be a kingfisher,
to carry this body of dream into memory.

Let it be a tide of swifts in the gathering dusk
to dive like stars into that black cave.

Editorial Reviews

`Here is a poet whose eye and ear and heart are open to the pulsations of life on the planet and beyond. He realizes that the universe is larger than any poet, and humbly allows that universe to regain centre stage.... It takes me right to the heart of what finally matters, what will last: ``Newborn and oldest thing, open the hollow syllable of your name to the wind''. In its openness and timelessness, the poem honours the example set by John Haines.'