The
tattoo / underneath the tattoo / speaks the language I want to learn.”
Justin Sirois has always been one of my favorite living poets. “You
have / everything you need / when you’re naked”, I trust, I trust ALL his
discourse with our throbbing excitement for communion. His poems are our
best possible use for ears. If I don’t know you and you LOVE these poems
as much as I do, let’s get together to read them out loud over a delicious
slice of something. “Lick the window / & your reflection licks
back” is a delicious something we all love. It’s important they know to
have a copy of this book resting on my heart when they cremate me.
CA
Conrad
The
poems in The Heads by Justin Sirois make me feel so many things. They are not
“temples,” but “squishy” things that “I love to put my face in.” I like it that
way. These are poems that are part of life, constantly affirming and
reaffirming it. A life that greets you with its magic. As when "What fits
in the hand/ grows into armfuls." Or when you "sex this bathroom
until the bathroom ain't for/ bathing no more." Everywhere is the
“imagery” of life that “repeats in heaps of beauty." These are also poems
that are part of the digital America we live in now and so they make that
alternate existence beautiful. I hear echoes of Walt Whitman, Eileen Myles, and
Blake Butler in these poems. I hear echoes of old folk songs. Most importantly,
I hear the breathing of an indefatigable in these lines. One that is living and
listening. Let's follow it.
Dorothea
Lasky
"When
you realize the new Old Spice ads might be working on you, when you're trying
to split the difference between desk jobs and shoulder licks, when you're old
enough for raunch to go holy but still young enough for GIFs to go
infinite—that's when you know you're in the LoS of Justin Sirois's barking and
bounding poems. The Heads are singing to the super ugly animals that pace the
medians. They are twitching to put back some magic. They are winking that the
word "okay" is the most useful word in the room, and they are hoping
to be together with you because the only way a head gets a name is when another
takes it in."
Mike
Young
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