Crowd of Sounds
"In these lyric poems technique, emotional pitch, and intellect combine in sublime balance. Exhilarating in its range, the work of Adam Sol is gentle and mournful, attuned to physical surroundings, and full of erotic joy, erotic threat, history, elegy, comic absurdity, and acts of disturbing ventriloquismÑall stitched together with a tightly scored thematic coherence. These poems are about music, but they are also about the silence it breaks and the inevitable recurrence of that silence."
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Adam Sol Blues My Daddy BOAT STRIKING WOOD bottles boy’s breath BROKEN GARDENS camera can’t cantor chord cicadas couldn’t crash CROWD OF SOUNDS Daddy Taught DAYS OF BROKEN Death by Sombrero dozen jays dreams drowned everything face father’s fingers frogs girls glass grackles groan GROUP IDENTITY DATA hail hair Hallelujah hand he’s heard I’ve IDENTITY DATA CARD inside it’s true Jack Jarman’s Hill Joyful Noise kiss kitchen lawn lips loneliness lost Lumsden madman asks man’s melodies merry all day MONK HUMMING MOORE’S BRIDGE mother mouth OBOIST once PATHETIC BUSKER PERCUSSIONIST piano PIECES SHATTERING play Pluto porch Quiet rain raucous Review roaches road roof Rudy’s seen the boys she’d shoulders skin smoked someone someone’s Songs Without Words stained glass SUKKAH swiped there’s throwing stones Tornado Warning waiting watch Weight of Fire What’s whistled wicker window wire you’ve