Monday, July 07, 2008
Alex by Hugh Fox (Rubicon Press Edmonton, Alberta http://www.rubiconpress.org ) $7. firstname.lastname@example.org.
At age 76 Hugh Fox tries to slow down time, savor the moment, and contend with ghosts. In the poem “Time ll” Fox captures the unrelenting rush of that prized commodity: time: “Thursday again, as if yesterday were/ last Thursday , too much
Passing over too/quickly, I keep telling myself Focus, Focus,/ in on the Now, concentrate on the lights… the river,/ night, winds…” Fox writes that he is: “Finally reaching the point of zero…forgetting where I am and why…” Fox is still strongly pulled by the material world, but he never lets us forget that we will all die.
--Doug Holder/ Ibbetson Update