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What's Left Is the Singing

What's Left Is the Singing

Rummel, Mary Kay
1st World Library

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1421891506
ISBN13: 9781421891507
Publisher: 1st World Publishing
Published: Jun 22 2010
Pages: 110
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
In this accomplished book, Mary Kay Rummel spins words into mysticism and magic. Not to be ordinary, she was drawn into the convent where she was forbidden to read fiction because the Superior didn't like it. In Patterns of Obedience, she writes that she was able to leave when words whispered in that wind/telling her to go forth and read, to never ask again. Set free, she read and wrote and traveled, visiting early Irish history and myth. Throughout her book, bells chime in celebration as her words become exquisite lyric poems. -Jill Breckenridge, Poet, The Gravity of Flesh If you delight in plunging into an environment's sensual and emotional landscape; if you thrill to poetry that seduces and resonates; if you crave fresh language, intelligence, revelation and uncompromising risk, then What's Left Is The Singing-this miraculous confessional, this collection with its complexity of conflict and resolution, this sound-feast-will satisfy to the bone. Rummel's work allows us to feel how. . . light slips/through fingers into every fold of sky. -Ellen Reich, Poet, The Gynecic Papers When one reads the poems of Mary Kay Rummel, one expects a certain precision of language, a vigilant detail, a concentrated lyric whisper that elevates the ordinary life's ordinary aspirations. On these counts, What's Left Is The Singing does not disappoint. But these poems are also transformative. Here we find beauty that resists adoration, caution that armors raised fists, and belief that survives religion. Here we find metaphors for life's passion in the scapes of sand and tides and endless stars that shine through us. And if we don't find distraction from our ignorance, we do find elegant language touched with music and some blessings and a few reasons to go on. This is exactly what we ask from our poetry. -David Oliveira, Poet, A Little Travel Story; Editor, Mille Grazie Press

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