THE INTERRUPTED SKY by David Lawrence

THE INTERRUPTED SKY  by David Lawrence

THE INTERRUPTED SKY by David Lawrence

This is from Esther Cameron of "The Deronda Review" -- We don't generally do book reviews at The Deronda Review, as otherwise we'd be besieged with requests for such, but this being special, I'm willing to post the above on our homepage, along with a link to your publisher before 9/11 and send out an alert by email. if you want to put it to another use meantime, feel free. If you do use it, I request that you use it in its entirety, leaving nothing out. "David Lawrence is the poet as pugilist. He is not polite. I do not like everything he says. But he says some true things that many others are too polite to say.

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This is from Esther Cameron of "The Deronda Review"  --  We don't generally do book reviews at The Deronda Review, as otherwise we'd be besieged with requests for such, but this being special, I'm willing to post the above on our homepage, along with a link to your publisher before 9/11 and send out an alert by email.  if you want to put it to another use meantime, feel free.  If you do use it, I request that you use it in its entirety, leaving nothing out. "David Lawrence is the poet as pugilist.  He is not polite.  I do not like everything he says.  But he says some true things that many others are too polite to say. The Interrupted Sky is driven by hatred of evil, a hatred inseparable from a deep empathy for its victims, who are portrayed falling through the air, in a searingly indelible moment to which the poet returns again and again. In poem after poem, the poet tries to get his mind around the enormity of the event, the suffering of the victims, the malice of the perpetrators and the perniciousness of their ideology, the suppressed anger of the survivors at the crime and the repression of this anger, the failure to frame an adequate response.  Among the poetic responses to this event that I have seen, The Interrupted Sky stands out for its immediacy and its encompassing truthfulness.I wish this could be read aloud at ceremonies on the twentieth anniversary of this terrible and ominous event, instead of the poisonous placatory bromides we are unfortunately more likely to hear."