"Surfaces pass through
surfaces" in this short poetic sequence in which we witness a
silence gradually gaining on the words which, although eventually
more powerful for it.
Craig Watson lives in Rhode Island. He has managed theater companies
and worked for
"Watson's book moves in stuttering rhythms, broken syntax and
logic. Still, the clustered
phrases propel us forward because they are, we discover, purposeful
and replete. The
propelling energy comes partly from the use of short imperatives,
from the subtle music,
from the mystery, and from the discovered urgency of what the book
(a grim wonder, and longing for definition of the absent or bleached-out
reminds us of Beckett in his landscape of language that is both 'the
loss' and 'the icon
of loss.' A book of intelligence and heart."
--Frank Stewart, American Book Review
"A most intense distillation--life stolen from, or played
against, a silence that envelopes
even our shadows. An extraordinary intensity of PAUSE as cuttin, left
as the half-twin of
a fleeting contour. The writing removes the despair as if broke loose
from 'the icon of loss."'