Biographical note: John
Wilkinson was born in London and grew up in
Cornwall and Devon. He teaches at the University
of Notre Dame, having worked in mental health
services in the UK for three decades. He has
published five previous volumes of poetry,
including Proud Flesh (1986), Flung Clear (1994),
and Contrivances (2003). A collection of criticism,
The Lyric Touch, was published by Salt in 2007.
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EAN13: 9781844712557 ISBN-10: 1844712559 ISBN-13: 9781844712557 Author: John Wilkinson Title: Lake Shore Drive Series: Salt Modern Poets Product class: BC Language: eng Audience: General/trade BIC subject category: CTCH1 Publisher: Salt Publishing Pub date: 15-Jul-06 Extent: 168pp Height: 216 mm Width: 140 mm Thickness: 10 mm Weight: 252 gms Supplier:Gardners Books Supplier:Ingram Book Group Supplier:Inbooks (James Bennett) Availability: IP Price: GBP 10.99 Price: USD 17.95 Rights: World
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description/annotation:Lake Shore Drive is John Wilkinson's most public, openly political and expansive book. By contrast with the baroque architectonics of his last Salt book, Contrivances, Lake Shore Drive is wide-ranging and variously vernacular in both scope and form, en route between New York City, Damascus, East London and the Welsh, Cornish and Indiana shorelines.
Main description:Lake Shore Drive is John Wilkinson's most public, openly political and expansive book. By contrast with the baroque architectonics of his last Salt book, Contrivances, Lake Shore Drive is wide-ranging and variously vernacular in both scope and form, en route between New York City, Damascus, East London and the Welsh, Cornish and Indiana shorelines. Four poem clusters provide the book's binding force in asphalt and marram grass, protein receptor sites and the remembrance of corrupt data. Among these are interwoven short poems as compressed as expletives, and technicolor desertscapes, along with a gaggle of geese and dollops of general balm. This book will ensure that John Wilkinson's poetry becomes the resort of a much extended readership.
Ice was looking a pool, or the wet road the bird crashes into, a river
was looking a road of ice harrowed regularly like a freezing TV set,
& it does look so. Vertically in their piling–up black fur, above –
Ambitiously in that bridge closed to foot traffic & bicycles –
ice cuts, ice coaxes, fans out their silvery backs’ leachate. Select one.
It has a deathly look. Scroll figures in their blurred revealing sort –
Select a second. A flock seeks to purify itself with its own dazzle,
shucking off the outriders, peeling its penumbra so to cover all –
look ice despicably would misdirect, better tread naked earth
than fledge the road– metal, overglaze with an opaque, pure look
the drifting channels. Pay heed. Beset by 100Mz care. Too well–matched
they’re cross–dressing, huntresses or decoys. As on ice the stria drag,
some pretend to wings, a snowy egret is straggling over ice furrows.
Unpublished endorsement : John Wilkinson's taut, precise poems, in which lyric grace and ethical urgency move together but never comfortably mix, amount to one of the most significant bodies of work in contemporary poetry.
Review quote: Holidays allow both the time and energy necessary for more rewarding reading. I'm looking forward to spending time with John Wilkinson's latest volume of poetry, Lake Shore Drive; his poems are lyrical, sensual, political, challenging, intelligent. Initially alluring and mysterious, they open up gradually in surprising and provocative ways.