Sword of Glass
Praise for SWORD OF GLASS
I love Peter Schireson’s book of poems, Sword of Glass. These poems manage to seem finely wrought and improvised, madcap and solemn, down to earth and mystical, a perfect blend of Mel Brooks and Rumi. This is work to live with, brood about, and learn by heart. I love this book.
~ Alan Shapiro, author of over ten poetry collections, including Life Pig and Reel to Reel
Here is the poet on the page as naturally as a man in the shower. He has brought the experience of a whole life with him. He is not ashamed to love women, children and family. Neither does he flinch to write of death or loss or crime, but even the saddest Peter Schireson poem is an occasion for delectation, relish. He has written, “Together, we would change the world / one warm French potato salad at a time.” He has written “Aunt Jennifer’s Painting of Uncle Marsh Playing Tennis with Satan.” It is all here, the laughter, the tears, and the dream of the one great soul, rendered with exacting craft and tenderness. Sword of Glass is a marvelous book.
~ Rodney Jones, author of many books of poetry including Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems, 1985–2005 and Elegy for the Southern Drawl
The power of Peter Schireson’s book lies in his ability to dig with a shovel where he stands and to throw same shovel far, far away, digging where it lands. In other words, these poems work on multiple levels—they are at once deeply personal, and contemporary, aware of the world around the speaker. The poems of this collection are both shattering and darkly humorous. Schireson hits all the notes in this textured, intelligent, deeply compelling collection.
~ Martha Rhodes, author of five collections of poetry, including
The Thin Wall and The Beds
Peter Schireson’s beautiful poems—full of wit, loyal to the potential for late-life erotics, drawn to stare the most terrible facts in the face—startle the reader into the awakeness, and even hilarity, that results when an essential strangeness is revealed inside the supposedly ordinary. As Schireson’s poems progress a sudden ignition takes place, a kind of creative furor, in which the veil of illusions is torn and one looks directly at a luminous truth. Sword of Glass is that—a magnificent furor.
~ Patrick Donnelly, author of Little-Known Operas, Nocturnes of the Brothel of Ruin, and The Charge
Peter Schireson is a poet of surprise, waving a hand, enlarging the frame to include a man combing his hair as he slips between the comb’s teeth.
Not a poetic top hat or wand in sight, but melancholy leaks off the page, duplicating the scent of my high- school homeroom. Did we both date the same forlorn girl? Each poem is like an exploding piñata, scattering golden M&Ms, the shadows of moths, and secrets into the empty vases, the pencil holders, the steaming coffee on my desk. Something plunks into a clear fishbowl, suddenly unfurling into brilliant paper peonies and dahlias. How does he do that? He might just be a magician.
~ Peter Coyote, author of Sleeping Where I Fall and Zen Priest, Soto lineage of Shunryu Suzuki-Roshi
Praise for THE SALT
Peter Schireson’s poems are constructed in ringing clarity. They also have the feeling of fable: they seem full of reality, but appear slightly larger-than-life, and more permanent than merely anecdotal. Whether he’s writing about the after-effects of happenstance street encounters or the after-effects of eating enchiladas, about the power relations inherent in mosquito bites or about Miley Cyrus’ tongue or a vase of spilled violets, Schireson’s poems are witty, tender and a little tough. His voice in The Salt is always intelligently cheerful, gracefully serious–seriously graceful.
Peter Schireson is a master of practical mystique, an honest investigator of what is and what might be, who reveals again and again, the sweetness of existence: in a photo of Miley Cyrus, in a restaurant over a big plate of enchiladas, even in a footnote. He is a poet of wonder, delight, and discovery; funny and serious, open and grounded. In The Salt, he has written a book that both focuses and sustains me.
Once in a while, a poet appears who know all the tricks but doesn’t use them. Peter Schireson’s poems steer clear of inessential decoration, and move directly toward each center of gravity, which is often a single moment of subtle but piercing insight. Curious, smart, tender, sly, funny, and modest, Schireson’s is a fresh and very welcome voice. I love these poems.
The Welter of Me & You
Praise for THE WELTER OF ME & YOU
“Schireson is an imaginative, humane observer of reality. In these poems he describes women in old movies “wearing hats as big / as braising pans,” and sparrows standing on a window ledge with such poise, they remind him of ballerinas at the barre. Schireson’s poems are tender, and often funny. But above all, they are full of honest intelligence. This is an exciting debut.”
“Peter Schireson writes wry, wise, complex poems about the joyful impossibility of relationship. How we can be intimate and unknown to each other at the same time – and that the two may depend on each other. These precise poems thrill with generosity and appreciation.”
~ Norman Fischer
What Worlds and Moons
Praise for WHAT WORLDS AND MOONS
“In the title poem, ‘What Worlds and Moons,’ the speaker wonders, (á la Borges) ‘Is everything still possible?’ In such spirit of inquiry, we are transported through this slim, elegant volume of speculation and wonders. It is a pleasure to read Peter Schireson’s wry, wise, and tender words for its questions a well as its enigmas.”
~ Karen Brennan, author of little dark
“Schireson should dress in a magician’s top hat. Apparently transparent, beginning on familiar ground, each poem makes an unseen turn (or several) into adroitly managed surprise. His poems are like beginning a journey in Hoboken to arrive at a liaison with Frida Kahlo in Oaxaca.
~ Peter Coyote, author, actor, Zen Priest