Dead Letter Office is a suite of classic unsent love letters that the Poet has published anonymously. The quiet anarchy of
anonymous, anonymous in a sea of faces, this iconoclastic troubled love affair is a voice without a face. Yet, Anonymous could
be Anyone, the frustration of the perfect love affair in the violence of politics and the Western Economy. At the end of
the free read at Philistine Press is a disclaimer “There is no copyright, no expectation of credit. Poetry should be free.”
At first This Writer was rather appalled that someone would write without at least claiming a “nom du plume” and had decided that if they were not going to sign their work, I was not going to Review it. However, it is such a good read, I have fallen for its charms and there is something rather heart rendering about a Poet, a love affair without a name. In troubled times it is a great gift to be able to have access to the artefacts of culture for free, those struggling, the Poets, the Artists, the Students, the lovers of poetry and gives a voice to the Poet, it is important to be read. The Internet has revolutionized the process of art so that it is immensely easier to gain an audience, like going down to the town square to read, it no longer relies on the elites opinion of who should be published.
Like the celebration of an unmarked grave the Poet is writing about a troubled love affair, either a brief entre nous or, perhaps a love affair that did not come into full fruition as if it is passed, could not be. The 15 short unsent love letters in Dead Letter Office is New Age experiential poetry in narrative that records the sights and sounds of the day with the underlying theme of some impossible love.
“Unsent letter # 13
I want to lie with you on a narrow bed
in a simple room; a plain white sheet,
blank walls. There’s one window; outside
a field, then woods. Your arms wrapped
lightly around me. Your blouse, sweater
and green skirt with the frayed hem hang
over the back of a rocking chair; bra and
panties on the floor at the foot of the bed.
There’s a bell, a quiet chime; it’s Sunday
morning. The slant of rain is illuminated
by the moon. We’re unafraid, marooned
as long as we choose; lost on this blue
quilted sea between dreams and sleep.
The poetry is a beautiful, arcane presentation of short letters that begin with Dear, and end with Love, anonymous. The Nature Imagery includes the birds, the moon, the weather, the green of trees mixed with the hard imagery of Cityscape, cars, the subway, the police, the architecture.
“Unsent Letter #4
I think about carefully writing letters then leaving them in random places:
Dear Subway Passenger,
Let me tell you about my lover.
She’s beautiful in that way sadness has of rounding out edges.
She likes to go barefoot; better to feel the earth tremble, she says.
She worries about the sun when it rains,
Likes to sit in her grandmother’s chair; best seat in the house when it thunders.
She believes in long good-byes and wide-open spaces. Last thing she told me was how words
seem to come alive when written by hand.
This love poetry is beautiful in the way all classic love poetry is beautiful. A photo in time. An inspiration, instead of the letters sent without an address to the post office, perhaps a photo and poem could be posted on milk cartons, billboards, the found letter box, at least the treatment deserving of pets and lost cats.
“somewhere my love . . . “ plays into a warm overcast evening, sweet the last days of Summer. Dead Letter Office, a brilliant song of love and anarchy at Philistine Press.
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Genre: Poetry, New Age, Romance