Jay Wright - "The Cradle Logic of Autumn"

"The Cradle Logic of Autumn" (link)


I heard of this gentleman by way of Harold Bloom's conversation with Charlie Rose. Bloom spoke very highly of Wright, placing him on a poetic platform with the likes of Whitman, bypassing the vast majority of our contemporary poetic and prose figures. From what I've read so far, I find Wright's work to be of very high quality.

I freely admit that, as a newcomer to anyone's work, it has the bittersweet aspects of the novel: fresh experiences often have a vitality that inflate their true value (but how sweet that vitality is! how often we seek to recreate the feeling of a first-time experience), but they also are more difficult to penetrate, moreso if the author of the experience is also new to us, as we are unfamiliar with their mores, their styles, and their particular diction. You can experience this when you meet new people and they make a joke that you don't understand, as the very same joke from a familiar companion would be so subtly, but precisely reinterpreted and renegotiated within our brains, sending the message that they intended, a courtesy that we would find quite difficult, often impossible, to extend to those foreign to us, even were we to wish to do so. By stating this, I mean to express that I cannot possibly be an expert, nor even an authority, on the work that I have posted. Despite this rather compromising failure for someone (such as myself) who is seeking to share creative works with others, I still share this as I found it to be drawing in an as yet inarticulable fashion.

Perhaps after I've had some time to consider what it is that I've read with more satisfaction, I can write on the subject. At present, that would be premature, so I invite you to read and enjoy as you would were I not here.