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CATCH and other poems

Finalist for the 2016 Lascaux Poetry Prize

 

Distributed and sold through

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Published by Scarlet Tanager Books

ISBN 978-0-9768676-4-7

$18.00

Cover painting: Hilly Hardball by Brianna Mulvale (Gabet)

90 pages, perfect-bound, 6x9, softcover




Praise for Catch and Other Poems 

Catch and Other Poems forcefully reminds us that the first and foremost power of the imagination is to see. Vividly looking backward or forward, or brilliantly in the present, these poems plunge us into the stuff of life with clarity, depth of feeling and pizazz.

     – Dean Young, author of Bender: New and Selected Poems

 

As he tells us in “Catch,” the title poem of his first collection, Richard Michael Levine learned to speak the language of the heart through playing catch with his father and brother. It’s a language he uses here in all its aspects from the serious to the playful, the clever to the tender, the gently self-mocking to the bracingly self-aware. Levine’s years of work as a journalist and fiction writer serve him well. His eye for the telling detail is keen, his ear accurate, and his love for words everywhere apparent.

     – Lynne Knight,  author of Again

 

“Does it matter so much if the universe is beige?” Not to this poet, who sees the world in all its sometimes muted colors and complexities, and embraces it with wit, empathy and a sharp eye for detail. From the myths evoked by the scientifc names of the rocks in his own childhood collection (“aragonite, wulfenite, siderite, ulexite – like ancient warriors from distant lands”) to a grandchild’s ears, “pink and slightly translucent/like cyclamen petals in the light,” Levine captures the moments that vividly plot the line of a life. These honest, plain-spoken poems tell stories, ask questions, express sorrow, elicit laughter, and nudge readers into their own recollections and recognitions.

       -- Rebecca Foust author of All That Gorgeous Pitiless Song

 

“Catch is how we talked to one another,” writes Richard Michael Levine in the title poem. “Liner,””Drive me back,” “High fly,” he and his brother shout to their father in this idyllic, nicely caught moment of boyhood. Reading and rereading these poems, I want to shout in praise, “Good catch!” In one of the poems, “A Note on the Type,” Levine describes an imaginary font he calls Georgette as “seductive, even racy, elegant, confident, classic yet very contemporary, which I find an apt description of the whole collection.”

     – Robert Sward, author of New and Selected Poems, 1957-2011



 

Sample poem from the book

 

Catch

 

One of us would say “Let’s play catch”

and we’d all grab our oil-treated gloves

and a hardball and go jouncing down

the bumpy hill in the big brown beat-up

Buick with loose suspension

to the town park on Long Island Sound.

The grass was new-mown in rectilinear patterns

or overgrown, feather-soft and dandelion-strewn.

We’d spread out and shout “Liner,”

“Drive me back,” “High fly,” “Grounder,”

“Send me wide,” and Dad would

comply unerringly.

Homer’s heroes had nothing

on the Dodgers we imagined being:

fleet-footed Amoros and strong-armed Furillo

or the Duke, prowling center so confidently

he’d make the toughest play seem a snap.

Not us. We’d make the easiest seem hard

to show off all our stuff,

leaping high to snag a fly

a little overhead or diving for a line drive

close by and rolling to a stop.

Even on cloudy days I’d cup my eyes

with both hands waiting for the ball to drop

out of a blinding sun in the nick of time,

then turn to fire home, where Dad would

wince in mock pain to show how much it burned

or pretend to be Campanella tagging out

the winning run sliding to the plate.

Or he’d clap his hands silently

in the distance. What bliss!

It’s funny, I don’t recall my father

giving me advice about girls and sex

or how to be a man or deal with loss.

All we did was toss a ball.

I don’t remember sharing dreams

or secrets with my brother.

Catch was how we talked to one another.

 

-- Copyright 2014, Richard Michael Levine

 

 



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