Drifter

<p>In <strong>Douglas Cole</strong>'s <em>Drifter</em> we enter space differently move toward or away from things according to Guy Debord's Theory of the d��rive which assumes the shape of poetry itself with the poet's paintbrush working vividly mixing history with today's dilemmas. This powerful collection will haunt you like a ghost who knows your every secret.</p><p><strong>-Margaret Randall</strong>. Author of <em>I Never Left Home: Poet Feminist Revolutionary; Stormclouds Like Unkept Promises; Fuera de la violencia hacia la poes��a / Out of Violence into Poetry</em> and many other award-wining works of poetry fiction and nonfiction.</p><p></p><p><strong>Douglas Cole</strong>'s <em>Drifter</em> focuses exactly on that-a kind of drifting called the d��rive. I urge you to read this book and pick up your own surprising magical currents. His poems conjure spells as he lifts the veil off our everyday vision to create new light new insights combining the spiritual and philosophical in completely grounded ways. He is the kind of guide who walks beside you not in front of you-a modest comrade who has never lost his sense of wonder and mystery in the world.</p><p><strong>-Jim Daniels</strong> poet screenwriter author of<em> Street Caligraphy Human Engine at Dawn The Middle Ages</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Douglas Cole</strong> writes unpretentious image-rich poetry with such gritty gut-wrenching honesty he'll haunt you long after a reading of his work.</p><p><strong>-Dan Sicoli</strong> Co-Editor of <em>Slipstream</em> and author of <em>Pagan Supper</em> and <em>The Allegories</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Douglas Cole</strong>'s <em>Drifter</em> reads as if immersed in a surreal dream. Guided by Theremin music only wind can create across the space where burning sunsets disappear among ghostly whispers the crucifixion out of the dust echoing drifting along the litany of solitude and the blessed resurrection of the unheard and the dark echo of nothingness. As I immerse myself into the images I feel the cold granite of DC and the cold snow of the Siskiyou mountains. <strong>Douglas Cole</strong>'s poems walk along Mario Benedetti's <em>Cotidianas</em> where all the daily little things we do are life the same life we live. These poems have the SLAM!</p><p><strong>-Ra��l S��nchez</strong> City of Redmond Washington's Poet Laureate. author of <em>When There Were No Borders</em> and All <em>Our Brown Skinned Angels</em></p><p></p><p>My first college writing professor said there are two approaches to a poem: looking in as a way to look out or looking out as a way to look in. In <em>Drifter</em> <strong>Douglas Cole</strong> chooses the latter looking out through his poems and poetic prose. Throughout this fascinating book are quotes by Guy De Bord on his theory of Derive or drifting alone or with others. I love the observing eye that is the observing <em>I </em>in <em>Drifter</em>. From Place is the House of Being the first stanza: We arrive in flesh machines / and walk among crowds unseen / while in the back of the mind / god's finger stirs a pool of dreams // Wow.</p><p><strong>-Donna Hilbert</strong> author of <em>Threnody</em> Moon Tide Press 2022</p><p></p><p></p>