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Book Review for This Transmission:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume VII Issue XI





THIS TRANSMISSION


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: This Transmission

Author: Michael McNamara

Publisher: Argotist Ebooks

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 34


"There are, you drive like a demon
From station to station . . ."
- from Station to Station by David Bowie


This Transmission by Michael McNamara and Argotist Ebooks is a roaring lament with Beat Poetry influences, the truncated thoughts, rock, not unlike Haiku in dark Goth, dark shadows that haunt the dead of night in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry. Mike McNamara is from Ireland and lives in Wales, UK. He has published one collection of poetry Selected Poems Overhearing the Incoherent (Grevatt and Grevatt, 1997). He is widely published in journals "Acumen, Aji, Dream Catcher, Envoi, Eunoia Review, International Times, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Lyric, New Welsh Review, Orbis, Reach, Subterranean Blue, Tears in the Fence and The Pterodactyl's Wing" amongst others. He is a songwriter and fronts a band in the U.K.

This poetry of love lost is a truthtelling, disturbs the atmosphere, wakes the sleeping, brave, it asks the silent question "Why?" One-sided thoughts, blunt, sharp, broken in staccato delivery create tension and violence. The dark allusions reptiles, serpents, tobacco, disease, bulimics, sometimes of the body, depression/anger - broods. And within the dark oeuvre and hard delivery is a juxtaposition of great light in wild images of beauty. The images of light are often of nature, the weather, flowers, dandelion, the sea, river, Turkish coffee, star, fields, birds, crows, "a winter sun" as if the poetry breathes through hell and heaven simultaneously. Sometimes nouns are used as adjectives, "spayed curses", "hammer drumbeat" and this creates a Beat drill that drives.

"WHERE THE DEED MEN ARE STILLED

Where the deed men are stilled in sleeves

of stars crows caw a cold dawn, irises of

rain twinkle on naked branches catching a

rising light. Eyes filled with tears

reflecting sorrow. Walk this way between

the cold earth and flowers living, dying,

dead. A winter sun is casting plum red

dancing shadows upon this, a day

never seen . . ."

This poetry is considered and spare, every word carefully placed. The language is a creative take on Old World English, on occasion morphs into new words that are like a dagger, sharp and violent.

"IRELAND 2016

Rebut chime tapa brave... your

hotel wifi code for today . . ."

Unexpectedly the poetry may rhyme in a rhyming couplet which is compelling and may borrow from the influence of the Bard's plays, William Shakespeare.

One day we will be free. A speer of light in the darkness, a brilliant write from "the Bard's own pen" in the post-modern U.K., This Transmission by Michael McNamara.





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