in a leather bar . . . held my right hand and stared down/into the contradictory fretwork . . . translating the lines in my palm, and he said . . . Sometimes you just have to make/a little faith."Just the way those locusts "proceed as always," so "that fountaining canvas . . . spoke its green." Art, nature and human encounter turn out to be in the same key after all.
This easy transition from one thing to another that doesn't seem quite to fit but, in the end, proves to fit perfectly is characteristic of Doty's urbane and civilized verse.
from Frank Wilson: Pittsburgh Post-Gazette: Book Review: 'Fire to Fire: New and Selected Poems' by Mark Doty
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Like newspapers, publishers seem to think that what readers want is the endless re-packaging of what they've already had. No, they want something genuinely, perhaps along those lines, or something altogether different, or . . . who knows--but that's what they're supposed to find out, and that takes looking in places different from the ones you always look at, finding someone besides "the usual suspects." And of course that means taking some risks and maybe even backing a dark horse from time to time. [--Frank Wilson]
from Frank Wilson: Roses & Thorns: Frank Wilson, Retired Inquirer Book Editor: Interview by Nannette Croce
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