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In Memory of a Banyan Tree: Poems of the Outside World: 1985 to 2022
Three Wooden Trunks
The Country Where Everyone’s Name Is Fear: Selected Poems
Lost Horse Press New Poets Series: New Poets, Short Books | Volume II  
  Tim Krcmarik, Patricia Staton, and Victor Camillo

ISBN 978-0-9800289-0-4     $16.95  /  $18.95 (Canada)     5.5 x 8.5       

88 pp      
PUB DATE: 2007       Poetry


Series Editor, Marvin Bell

The Heights by Tim Krcmarik
The Woman Who Cries Speaks by Patricia Staton
Death Song for Africa by Victor Camillo

from the Introduction

This 3-in-1 series is intended to sample a range of poets who have yet to publish a book and have generally gone about their writing in private. It will not be run as a contest, nor will it accept submissions. The idea is indebted to Poets of Today, the Scribner series edited by John Hall Wheelock from 1954 to 1962, which published in eight volumes first books by twenty-four poets, three poets at a time under a single cover.

New Poets/Short Books began with work by Gwendolyn Cash, Boyd W. Benson and Lisa Galloway, poets with strong individual voices. That is true, as well, of the poets in Volume II: Tim Krcmarik, Patricia Staton and Victor Camillo. Given their differences, all six of these poets nonetheless share the poetic terrain in between the simplistic speech of the popular and the coy maneuvers of self-conscious postmodernism. Their writing is neither reductive nor routine, but easily absorbs the impurities of language on its way to singular expression.

I like the thought that most readers will know little or nothing of these poets before encountering their work in this series. It is my intention to give readers a sense of what is taking place outside the best-known lighted corridors. Amid constant reminders of the value of communication, we may sometimes forget that we also come to art to be different from one another.

This book, like the volume that initiated the series, is appearing during a terrible time in our country. Let it be remarked, therefore, that we who can see the reality, or can imagine something better, will not close up shop. In a time of hate radio and the cruelest forms of capitalism, during a period of unsurpassed government corruption and incompetence, poetry, like every art, remains a survival skill.

M. B., July 4, 2007


I did was listen hard as the world fell. I sang,
“This must be music,” though by now my voice was
bricks exploding, pipes bursting, strangers crying out.

—Tim Krcmarik, “Things That Go On Around Us”


The woman who cuts my hair has angels
she asks for advice.
All I ask for is silence,
and to sleep like a dog.

—Patricia Staton, “Bowl of Pears and a Bicycle”


Look in the afternoon for the mothers who walk in Argentina
When the old wind of agony blows.
We should think of them when shopping malls are on our minds,
When our grass is cut low, and shining and smiling.

—Victor Camillo, “The Disappeared”