Animal Time
I used to believe that Greg Pape's intimate knowledge of everything that lives and breathes or gives light was earned sleeping beneath the stars at night, but these poems prove that he is everywhere all at once just like the wind. And we know the wind never sleeps… Brilliant beautiful cinematic gems. I still love Coleman and the deer, but I think the rooster poems have become my new favorites. --Frank X Walker, author ofIsaac Murphy: I Dedicate This RideAnimals "bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession," Whitman wrote. Ever on the alert for such tokens, such signs, inAnimal Time, Greg Pape attends to chickadees, deer, and especially roosters near at home, as well as to porcupines, bears, and moose intheirhomes. It is telling, I think, that Pape adopts the oft-maligned starlings that have nested in his "temple to the written word" as his totem, thereby transcending conventional boundaries between humans and animals, between life and art. --Debra Kang Dean, Author ofPrecipitates