A voyage within a seaworthy room, a room of access. I was surprised how many of these poems are about God — maybe all of them. "Poems are spiritual ponies." (That’s a proverb I just invented.) Eddie writes in response to the poetry of Ted Berrigan. As do I. Which is logical, because I studied with Ted for two semesters at the City College of New York, and Ted was Eddie’s father.
These poems are new, announcing a poesy-arrival. Who are the "glad stone children"? Are they stoned? Is the "stone" the earth? Are they related to the great song "Everybody Must Get Stoned" by Bob Dylan (which, of course, is actually entitled "Rainy Day Women #12 and 35" — itself an abstract poem)?