Like the noises alive people wear by R. Kolewe and above/ground press begins with such a quizzical title, who
is alive? who is not alive? who is wearing noises? and falls into an Art Nouveau surrealist poetic Beat poetry progression.
The title is a quotation from Jack Spicer's A Textbook of Poetry, the Chapbook is the first of 3 parts, of 33
cantos, the canto is a style of poetry from Medieval times and means song or singing in Italian. One of the most
famous cantos is Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. Kolewe says, the long poem work "created by the random
recombinant rearrangement of an obsessively repetitive source text, a stream of consciousness in which no self can be
found." R. Kolewe is from Montreal. He has degrees in engineering and physics from the University of Toronto, works
in the software industry and lives in small town Ontario. He has written 2 books of poetry.
This poetry is a study in surrealism, the beginning is like a one-sided conversation with an unseen interlocutor and morphs into truncated 3rd person observations. As if a poetic work like an Escher black line drawing in which the stairways, the hallways are all blocked and go nowhere.
"Well, loss is tiresome yes every day."
The poem entire is perhaps a metaphor for love lost, the drag of time and the overconstructed cultural milieu. The poem comforts with startling nature imagery in beauty, and then it shakes out in a challenging way, so what is given, is taken away. As if a misinterpreted love affair.
The everyday overlaps the extraordinary.
I have no idea what these blue flowers are.
Dust dulling the wood floor in the sunlight.
The whole thing
comes apart without
violence this time."
This poem manifests a quiet oeuvre of violence, of subtle frustration, of longtime, of gathering mists becoming a storm. The surrealism dances with an inside/outside accord, the disembodied soul, the beautiful nature imagery, a presentation marking space and time. A poetic event, Like the noises alive people wear by R. Kolewe.