Red to the Rind Paperback - 2005

From the jacket flap

"Behold the door / the lock's alive," warns Stan Rice in one of the commanding poems that make up this new volume of verse. From the streets of New Orleans during Mardi Gras to the private chambers of the imagination, Rice's work is at times sharp and minimalist and at times over the top in its vivid critique of life and in its regard for the sanctity that lurks in all experience. In these concise, memorable verses, he contemplates the stroller-pushing crowd in the American mall; he maps the complex traffic of a marriage; he speaks to the cat bristling in the closet: "--for you, / For your on-tiptoe hissing / Slit-pupiled arched-backed tail- / Stiffened terror, this song." Throughout, Rice sings of the darkness that conflicts us and of the moments of pure consciousness that allow us to transcend darkness.

"From the Hardcover edition.

Excerpt

Nearly Dissolving

I was sitting on my porch
In yellow shorts
When I felt the universe
Brush up against me;
The sun, the stars, the galaxies;
The breeze on my ear, the insects;
The whole of it; and it scared me;
And I paused; making sure I didnt fall in
And go crazy; feeling it, not becoming it;
Until it passed; and I was Me
Again.


Behold


People wake up in the middle of the night.
No, not in the middle. Deep in their brains.
They know the present, the little braveries.
We lock our doors from the inside.
We want to be delivered.
We want the patience of mirrors.
We want not to be torn in two by a brown river.
We want the courage to dive
Off the high board into human eyes.
Behold the door.
The lock’s alive.


The Strangeness


The strangeness of others–
Even your sisters and brothers–
Is a responsibility to
Overcome–or some night they will be lying
In a bed dying–and how you loved them,
Its quality–will be as unknown
To you as your own mother was
While a living stranger.


From the Hardcover edition.

Media reviews

"I have long loved Stan Rice's poems. He is an absolute master of the minimum, the deeply suggestive, the terrifying. He doesn't write with any self-congratulatory self-consciousness, but out of deep knowledge, for which I am grateful." 
--Gerald Stern


From the Hardcover edition.