Crying Shame by Jeffrey Morgan
Morgan’s gaze is always up-tunnel, if you know what I mean; the power’s in Morgan’s ability to look and look and look. No one—neither rescuer nor castaway, not commuter, not gentle or base reader—walks away whole from Crying Shame. —C. S. Giscombe
Morgan’s gaze is always up-tunnel, if you know what I mean; the power’s in Morgan’s ability to look and look and look. No one—neither rescuer nor castaway, not commuter, not gentle or base reader—walks away whole from Crying Shame. —C. S. Giscombe
Morgan’s gaze is always up-tunnel, if you know what I mean; the power’s in Morgan’s ability to look and look and look. No one—neither rescuer nor castaway, not commuter, not gentle or base reader—walks away whole from Crying Shame. —C. S. Giscombe
From the ugly stick to the dirty martini Jeffrey Morgan uncovers much to cry shame about in this book of crumbling points and ambiguous figures. Cry shame? I mean to suggest that there’s much exquisite articulation here, meaning jointedness, meaning mano-a-mano encounters of the most uncertain kind, meaning a way—all through the book—of breaking-it-down that’s always verging on both collapse and a way of teasing out desire. Here, reading strategies rub torsos with rescue strategies; “an insatiable loneliness” butts up against being bored. But Morgan’s gaze is always up-tunnel, if you know what I mean; the power’s in Morgan’s ability to look and look and look. No one—neither rescuer nor castaway, not commuter, not gentle or base reader—walks away whole from Crying Shame.
—C. S. Giscombe
Jeffrey Morgan grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska. He is a graduate of Macalester College and Penn State University. He teaches at Borough of Manhattan Community College, and lives with his wife, poet Carla Conforto, and their daughter Stella in Kensington, Brooklyn. He can be found at thinnimbus.tumblr.com.
Book Information:
· Paperback: 100 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 9781935402770