Stuff's always catching on fire or whirling away. I'm glad there's someone in the world who goes through life this way. Rybicki's poems are verb-heavy, though there is no poverty of nouns. Sometimes you've got to read fast, be fast, to keep up with the movement. Certain things are being swallowed while others are speeding away.
People swim and skate and run and fly and love like cats tied together with their tails on fire.
In this respect they are elemental and rare. These are the poems of a man profoundly in love with being alive in the world, and burning fast. I am grateful for them. Sample poems by John Rybicki and ordering information. Web pages put up by Seamus Cooney, to whom you are invited to send notice of broken links, corrections, or suggestions for improvement.