Item description for Night With Drive-By Shooting Stars (New Issues Poetry & Prose) by Jim Daniels...
Jim Daniels' latest collection bears witness to a life both mis- and well-spent; to the family, remembered and new; to the melancholy pull of drugs and casual sex; to the growing up; and to the only tenable way of growing old, which is to embrace every small joy even as one laments its brevity. Indeed, Night with Drive-By Shooting Stars rages not against the dying of light but the dying fall itself-against poetic and existential complacency. "Louder, kids," says Daniels in the beautiful "Cold Seed": "daddy's dying."
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 9.61" Width: 5.98" Height: 0.47" Weight: 0.44 lbs.
Publisher New Issues Poetry Press
ISBN 1930974159 ISBN13 9781930974159
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More About Jim Daniels
Daniels has worked as a professional photographer and writer for over 20 years.
Jim Daniels currently resides in Portland, in the state of Maine.
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Solid, real, evocative Feb 4, 2003
Jim Daniels' "Night with Drive-By Shooting Stars" is grounded in place and family and marriage. It resounds with the echoes of people reaching out to one another--sometimes successfully, often not. As in his other poetry volumes, both Michigan and Pennsylvania are key characters (Daniels was reared outside Detroit, and has lived in Pittsburgh for two decades). One of the very first poems has to do with his ambivalence about the idea of his parents leaving the home he grew up in:
"Stay, I say. I keep a few boxes in the basement--old records, magazines, books. A little weight to hold them there so I can imagine some constant thing."
"Strip" is an astonishing poem. Daniels limns the awkward pas-de-deux of two people who scarcely know each other, but are both seeking physical intimacy. The fact that they are mostly strangers is captured perfectly at the end of the poem:
" . . . She whispered in my ear, and I pulled the blankets up over us. I knew her name, so I whispered that."
When he moves on to marriage and family, Daniels does equally well--the images are pungent, stark in their simplicity, resonant with truth. The poems he writes for and about his two children are especially good--true, loving, but dispassionate in observed detail. This is a fine work of a mature and skilled American poet.