I would also like to thank Amanda Deutch on this blog. It is she who proposed we develop a series of back & forth poems from which this selection is taken. She was the New York to my Paris, the sometimes Orpheus to my Eurydice, & the othertimes Eurydice to my Orpheus! I look forward to the day when our collaborative collection, including her poems alongside these,finds its way into print! Her energy & our dialogues constantly enriched this work.
As for the new books, both Geroge Vance's book & my new chap are coming out from a brand, spani' new Paris-based anglophone press, CORRUPT PRESS run by UK poet DYLAN HARRIS, (click his name or go to http://dylanharris.org/index.php to see more on Dylan). Their first book was the chapbook pictured at the right--by Nina Karacosta.
Dylan also organizes Poets-Live where George & I will read alongside Greg Santos on MAY 10th 2011 at 19h15, downstairs at CARR's PUB, 1 rue Mont Tabor, M° Tuileries . There is an event to launch Rufo Quintavalle's chapbook June 4th as well, and I hear rumor that another, later June event is getting planned!
"“In the ec-, ec- ectoplasm of the echo,” Jennifer K Dick’s new concerto sings vibrato, rocking us boldly into shadowscape of the serpentine underworld of starboard saints the order of Orpheus and Eurydice, those Hansels and Gretels. Lushly and lavishly into the underworld we descend to look and to never look back, to forage forward and toward her lyrical horizon, sinking cock-eared and then tipping into her dreamscapes, begging, “make it double,” please." --Sandy Florian, author of The Tree of No
"In the sinuous descents of Jennifer K Dick’s Betwixt, we are among the debris of doxa not left to lie around an ailing modernist Thames or Rhime, but rather bound up again in the fascicle of a deeper myth-going gauntlet. Eurydice is the by-proxy birth of the lyric, of both its sad and smiling aspects (the marriage ceremony and the broken quest), two divided faces which both promise never to look back. Sex and scalpel, fusion and fissuring, no identity is left unknit in this astonishing revival. So we too may go deeper, into the passages of our choosing: “just follow the tracks in the dark, steady, steadying.”"
"In Jennifer K Dick’s wonderful rewinding of “loosely wound” myth, Orpheus and Eurydice are strung out on contemporary anxieties and pulled through the compelling lines of a tensely rhythmic language, an element at once familiar and strange. Description is unsteady, under revision, and flatness and depth make sudden shifts the characters (including reader and writer) negotiate, making forward movement exciting: the stakes are still high, even as we’re reminded the game is lost. Meanwhile the field of the author’s attention is mobile, errant, including the frame or what takes place elsewhere, beyond (around, askew to) a “story.” The subject of this splendid collection is the texture of understanding in its uneasy motion through the “sonorous dark”—in other words, the work of love."
"Jennifer K Dick’s Betwixt occurs at intermission—the point at which one act is made historical even as another supplants it. Inside this book, Eurydice and Orpheus wander the streets of Paris (which is also New York), Hades looks strangely like the Metro, and everything pickpockets the attributes of everything else. “Already what’s awaiting is rerouted,” Dick writes, as the tectonics of identity shift, destabilize and reconstitute, ushering forth a postmodern noir that sizzles with cosmopolitan smarts. Just further proof that poetry, like life, brooks no stasis: all is syncopation."
--Chris Pusateri, author of Anon