"Even the rainbow bridge BifrostThis is the slow collapse into fire and ice
sags in the sky
its icy particulates melting into drops
of dew, unstable
and tentative, waiting for the first
This is your invitation into the work of Troy Kehm-Goins. Water is a cataclysmic force and while at times I feel as though I have been thrown upon the land from the realms of the Waterpeople, Troy still swims in the vast ocean.
I have known Troy Kehm-Goins nearly as long as I have known my illustrator and editor, David Mecklenburg. Together along with other writers, we formed the writing collective known as Les Sardines. He is a tireless defender and proslytizer of the written and spoken word, whether in libraries or reading venues throughout the Puget Sound. It has been 7 years before the mast with Troy, and now you will have a chance to enjoy a broader range of his work at the 2015 APRIL Festival Bookfair.
His atelier, Troy's Worktable Publishing will have several chapbooks available for sale. A graphic artist as well as a poet, each book is handmade with an attention to detail and craftsmanship. No two are exactly alike. They are numbered, rare.They are artwork. Perhaps one of the greatest things about the APRIL festival is that it is place where you can touch the artwork, buy it, and keep it close by.
All The Heroes Are Dead and Buried is what I have quoted from above. The Twilight of the Gods, the Apocalypse, these encounters with sublime reflect both in our infinitesimal place in the universe, but also reflect the universe that is within each of us and our own Gotterdammerungs.
I cannot speak of Troy without swimming into the Cetacean World. Leviathan, Jormungandur, the vast inhuman beings that inhabit Troy's poetry swim throughout our dreams and our nightmares. These masculine deities are balanced by the cephalopodic Mother of Night and Ink.
"Ink is to Ambergris as Black is to WhiteAnd yet in this poem, Troy moves from the celestial octopus to his own mother in a turn that crushes me every time I read it. The cosmic becomes personal, turns within us as we are swallowed by the cosmos.
and Mother swims the night of Sea
My favorite work that you will be able to purchase and enjoy revolves around this notion of a fluid self. My Two Melvilles is a love letter to America's great navigator of the sublime and vast waters where Leviathan sleeps. How to strip away the legendary, the analyzed, the ignored, and the celebrated Herman Melville? You need only listen "to the wind calling our names, to the ocean, to the vast ocean that awaits, and awaits."
I am thrilled and shocked at Troy's command of sensuality, and most of all the way in which he is able to make the dark and unknown knowable, but somehow blissfully un-human. What emerges in further readings is a keen awareness that we are creatures in a an enormous and unfathomable existence.
With a pen in his hand, I cannot imagine any other poet I would want in the bow of my boat.
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