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Reading through Mike Matthews' collection, Ashes, I'm reminded of the central figure in Eliot's The Waste Land, who says of the crowd crossing London Bridge, "I had not thought death had undone so many." For the citizens that populate Matthews' poems, the line between existence and non-existence blurs, and they, too, are undone by an emptiness they cannot name as their "hours bleed away." Matthews' central narrative voice wanders these spaces as well, navigating his way as witness to the suffering of these figures, while seeking his own understanding of mortality, reconciling expectation and loss, and bracing for a future where only sand and ash remain.
-Brian Cordell, author of the book, In Their Final PerformanceReading through Mike Matthews' collection, Ashes, I'm reminded of the central figure in Eliot's The Waste Land, who says of the crowd crossing London Bridge, "I had not thought death had undone so many." For the citizens that populate Matthews' poems, the line between existence and non-existence blurs, and they, too, are undone by an emptiness they cannot name as their "hours bleed away." Matthews' central narrative voice wanders these spaces as well, navigating his way as witness to the suffering of these figures, while seeking his own understanding of mortality, reconciling expectation and loss, and bracing for a future where only sand and ash remain.
-Brian Cordell, author of the book, In Their Final Performance
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