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About Tough Heaven: Poems of Pittsburgh,
by Jack Gilbert
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In Paris afternoons on Buttes-Chaumont.
On Greek islands
with their fields of stone. In beds with women, sometimes,
amid their gentleness…
"In these poems, we see Gilbert using the brutality and beauty of Pittsburgh, its sights and sounds and smells, to make himself into the man and artist he wants to be. In the process, he not only describes the city of his youth—'…brick and tired wood. Ox and sovereign spirit'—but takes the brawling Pittsburgh of rivers, streetcars and railroads, bridges and mills, and transmutes it into 'the mind’s steel / and the riveted girders of the soul,' even into himself in old age: 'A cauldron of cooling melt.' Here, the physical becomes the spiritual. The language of steel describes the making of the poet:
The weight of the mind fractures
the girders and piers of the spirit, spilling out
the heart’s melt…
"Even as a boy, brooding on carnival women:
He vaguely understood that it was not
their flesh that was a mystery but something on the other
side of it….
"Gilbert takes from the city of his birth and young manhood, Pittsburgh’s lushness and severity, its irresistible power, and forges them into the 'tough heaven' of these poems.”
"Gilbert isn’t just a remarkable poet. He’s a poet whose directness and lucidity ought to appeal to lots of readers…. Indeed, what’s powerful about Gilbert is that he is a rarity, especially in this day and age: the poet who stands outside his own time, practicing a poetics of purity in an ever-more cacophonous world…. No other poet I know captures so well a mind torn between the pleasures of austerity and the fecund, intoxicating powers of abundance. What Gilbert is searching for, poem after poem, are the ideal circumstances where the two intersect, and privation becomes a form of richness…. Gilbert’s poems about women can, I think, be thought of as still lifes in the manner of visual arts, where we still find such deliberate, rational acts of paying reverence to female beauty acceptable—even expected. These poems are part and parcel of his larger project: rescuing from the debilitating forces of cynicism a conviction that transcendence can await us in this world."
Slate
"…Stunning vistas and masterfully crafted works of heartbreaking beauty…. He forges his own path with writing that is at once intellectually dense and profoundly human. His work radiates with humility and awe, and he brings an intellectual heft that is often lacking in contemporary poetry…. Rather than declare answers, he stubbornly asks how to be human in a world of loss, violence, failures and suffering…. Gilbert has often been called a poet of loss but these poems are rich with having—the Mediterranean sun, catching a fly ball, the lessons of solitude."
Elizabeth Hoover
Los Angeles Times
About Shubad's Crown, by Meredith Holmes
(out of print)

Good Poems. Keillor also featured one of Holmes' poems from Shubad's Crown, "In Praise of My Bed", on his NPR show The Writer's Almanac .
IN PRAISE OF MY BED
At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.

(out of print)

