We Slept the Animal

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>More than ten years in the making George Kalamaras's </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We Slept the Animal: Letters from the American West</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> chronicles the author's years of friendship and correspondence with fellow poets artists and other friends. Kalamaras locates this epistolary sequence of poems in the West where he has both lived and spent long periods of time revisiting during the last forty years particularly Colorado and Montana. This book pays homage to its precursor Richard Hugo's </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>31 Letters and 13 Dreams</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. The poems offer rich reflections of the living West as well as an exploration of friendship and literary camaraderie. As in his previous collections Kalamaras continues his ongoing project of seeing one in the other-giving us poems that explore the interaction of all things particularly the interface of the human and natural world. Following his Surrealist forebears he explores the complexity of language with startling images and juxtapositions as a vehicle for visionary poetics. These poems seek to connect our human impulses to the realms of the spiritual and the discursive. In the process the poems honor the varieties of human and animal experience-mammals marsupials and the insect world even probing the intelligence and vision that lie at the heart of molecules. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We Slept the Animal</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> also expresses an </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>ars poetica</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> in part in which Kalamaras maps the poetic process of his life of letters within the context of language friendship the geography of the West and our animal selves.</span></p><p></p><p>SAMPLE</p><p>Letter to Hugo from Nowhere</p><p></p><p>It was the animal testicle you ate that spring</p><p>when the herds swayed down from Glacier.</p><p>It brought you something low-slung through bunchgrass.</p><p>First the snows thawed like a man without a drink</p><p>all night with no ride and only the sweats.</p><p>Then inside storms found rain could never heal.</p><p>I want to say it right even if I might</p><p>miss your grave with an occasional twelve-beat line.</p><p>Form I've heard equals content. We want order. We crave.</p><p>Trains couple on the track. We're frayed already</p><p>stuck in our words like dogs swollen</p><p>into each other. They know no other</p><p>way. They whine. Howl. They're nowhere</p><p>and so am I mending snow-fence against weight.</p><p>. . . </p>