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  • By Lisa Beatman
    Jul 18, 2008
    "Great coffee-table book" Review of Home: Anthology Eden Waters Press 2008 Edited by Anne Brudevold If the fragrance of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies wafting out of an eight-room suburban colonial conjures home to you, then reading “Home: Antholgy” (Eden Waters Press 2008) will bring you back. If the rat-a-tat of gunfire on the mean streets of the inner city pockmarked your childhood neighborhood, ditto. Editor Anne Brudevold has deftly woven together the work of forty-one writers to compile an anthology that spans the range of contemporary human habitat. Many fresh, unexpected images of home pop out at the reader, in the poems themselves, and in the stirring photographs liberally scattered throughout. In “House over the World”, Paul Hotovsky’s daughter dreams of long division, and “the dream turns into the nightmare/ of our house divided by the world.” The poem is as elegantly concise as an equation. An Armenian massacre of poets in 1915 is chronicled in “Coming... More > Home” by Daniel Varoujan, translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian: “Let the oven’s smoke rise/ to mix with the blue smoke of the roofs.” Oddly, a poem about homelessness asserts one of the most striking statements about making a home where you can. Pam Rosenblatt’s “By the Highway” voices the fundamental need for “what’s rightfully ours” in childlike repetitions: “we live here we live here we live here” – here being by an off-ramp of Massachusetts Interstate 93. I was reminded of Jack London’s vast, crushing wilderness in Holly Anderson’s “Bovina, 4 PM.” “A motherless mob of ridges” tears through a “Braille of ridges”. The language in these poems runs the gamut from austere to ambrosial. “Love Song for Roxbury”, Bernadette Davidson’s ode to a multi-cultural pocket of Boston, features an overflowing laundromat and “salsa erupting”, bringing to mind Octavio Paz’s classic “Mexican silence”, punctuated by cock crow and babies crying. For all of us, no matter where we came from, the visceral punch of home informs who we are, who we have become. Turning each page of “Home” opens a window into the life of someone else on the planet we are thankful to get to know. We walk home with Tom Sheehan, in “Compensation”, to greet his wife who is emptying the trash: “Thread me into your labors/weave me onto the high day.” “Home” will make a conversation-starting coffee-table book in any studio apartment, mansion, or yurt. Reviewed by Lisa Beatman, author of Manufacturing America: Poems from the Factory Floor (Ibbetson Street Press 2008).< Less
  • By Anne Brudevold
    Dec 31, 1969
    "Good Collection" Review by Hugh Fox: “Home Anthology is a well-put-together volume of memoirs—essays—and poems—revolving around a common theme--- Home. The writing is solid, down to earth, and emotive. It’s difficult to pick favorites from this slim, yet copiously illustrated volume, but here are excerpts from a few of the selections. the when told as children to tie messages to strings of balloons and let them fly, Iris Dunkle’s response, in “What falls from the Sky” is my brother and I already knew/ No one would fine our messages—love is what lifts up and leaves. Paul Hotovsky beautifully describes a dream of long division in “HouseOver the World: she’s sailing through a math test, jumbles of numbers swelling and breaking gently down all around her, the stalwart pencil rudder of her number 2 pencil steering her steadfastly through. In “Bovina, 4 PM, Holly Anderson compares a landscape to the written word with a fresh metaphor; scribbled languages of languages on the... More > billowing meadow/There’s a Braille of ridges and blue divots while winds from the south erase whole passages. In “Here I am Anyway”, Lo Gallucio takes the reader back and forth between New York City, through the ins and outs of her creative mind, her loves and losses and victories, to conclude….Maybe artists never have a real home. Maybe their home is in their creations anyway…. Tonight I feel rooted in this place that most people would call my home…. Here I am anyway. I tried to find a line or two to pull from Penny Harter’s haunting “Sometimes Late at Night” but the piece hangs so tightly as a whole that I’ll leave it to the reader to discover it on his own.” This collection can serve as a stimulus for nightly meditations on identity in terms of places you’ve lived, past, present and possible futures.< Less
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Anne Brudevold
April 23, 2011
Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink
Black & white
0.39 lbs.
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