
Blanco’s newest book is the poetry collection, Looking for The Gulf Motel (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2012). Rigoberto González calls these poems “bittersweet songs that ache with the ‘sweet and slow honey of a bolero.’” Jim Elledge says: “Blanco is at the hei

From the publisher: “Family continues to be a wellspring of inspiration and learning for Blanco. His third book of poetry, Looking for The Gulf Motel, is a genealogy of the heart, exploring how his family’s emotion legacy has shaped—and continues shaping—his perspectives. The collection is presented in three movements, each one chronicling his understanding of a particular facet of life from childhood into adulthood. As a child born into the milieu of his Cuban exiled familia, the first movement delves into early questions of cultural identity and their evolution into his unrelenting sense of displacement and quest for the elusive meaning of home. The second, begins with poems peering back into family again, examining the blurred lines of gender, the frailty of his father-son relationship, and the intersection of his cultural and sexual identities as a Cuban-American gay man living in rural Maine. In the last movement, poems focused on his mother’s life shaped by exile, his father’s death, and the passing of a generation of relatives, all provide lessons about his own impermanence in the world and the permanence of loss. Looking for The Gulf Motel is looking for the beauty of that which we cannot hold onto, be it country, family, or love.”
4 comments:
I'm sorry I missed the reading. Sounds like a wonderful venue!
any artist, any poet is always displaced, always at right angles with the world, anguished even. all this overwritten prose drowns the poets voice in an ocean of cliche', this poor guy doesn't have a chance with all you vampires chewing at his flesh.
John, I'm not certain what you mean; your statement is not clear. You say: "all this overwritten prose drowns the poets voice in an ocean of cliche', this poor guy doesn't have a chance with all you vampires chewing at his flesh." What overwritten prose? The bio note? That's borrowed from press materials. The praise for his book? Those are shortened versions of blurbs from the book's back cover. The description of the book? Well, as I clearly note, that's from the publisher (in fact, I put that in quotes so it is clear it is from the publisher). So, all that being said, are we vampires for promoting Blanco's new book? Or would you rather we ignore our poets?
the poetry is lost in the white noise aporia of all the ad-copy. in quotes or out of quotes there is something felonious about promoting poetry like it is a commodity from KMart...
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