| Author: | George Genovese | ISBN: | 9781760413194 |
| Publisher: | Ginninderra Press | Publication: | March 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Ginninderra Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | George Genovese |
| ISBN: | 9781760413194 |
| Publisher: | Ginninderra Press |
| Publication: | March 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Ginninderra Press |
| Language: | English |
The theme of time and its associated expressions of mutability, limitation and loss figures prominently in this collection. The title poem is an attempted objectification, one could say personification, of time which ultimately overturns any of the parallels drawn between it and the figures adduced as its visible representatives to stand in any symmetrical relationship. In the end it is a poem of inadequate comparisons mutely pointing to the impossibility of capturing the moment in its inevitable passing and, by implication, the poetic figurations striving to seize it through their imagery and naming. There are diversions too from this theme and touches of lightness, here and there, in subjects as diverse as love, in its generous and less than selfless senses, human grotesquery and those all-important quiet meditative interludes, sustaining in themselves long after their passing, to which we all aspire.
The theme of time and its associated expressions of mutability, limitation and loss figures prominently in this collection. The title poem is an attempted objectification, one could say personification, of time which ultimately overturns any of the parallels drawn between it and the figures adduced as its visible representatives to stand in any symmetrical relationship. In the end it is a poem of inadequate comparisons mutely pointing to the impossibility of capturing the moment in its inevitable passing and, by implication, the poetic figurations striving to seize it through their imagery and naming. There are diversions too from this theme and touches of lightness, here and there, in subjects as diverse as love, in its generous and less than selfless senses, human grotesquery and those all-important quiet meditative interludes, sustaining in themselves long after their passing, to which we all aspire.
