John Lent
“... those horses moving out of us, coming from within, and those suns coming right at us, out of the things that brush up against us in the dusk ... those moments of unconsciousness that breathe by themselves and bless us in some fashion we cannot name.”
from the prologue
“John Lent's new poem sequence has been well worth waiting for. Black Horses, Cobalt Suns is his first all verse collection since Frieze (Thistledown, 1984) and, as he explains in the intimate, exploratory 'prologue,' is itself a 're-envisioning of an earlier cycle.' Vision is the central concern in this rigorously honest yet gently persuasive exploration of art, life, and 'even the comforting illusion of redemption.' Like the great modernists Yeats and Eliot before him, Lent here attempts to reconcile the knowable and unknowable aspects of a contemporary world. His sensitive and self-mocking conclusion partakes briefly of both: ('We all know these things. But knowing them and being them are two different suns maybe.')”
—Allan Brown
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John Lent is the author of several books of poetry and fiction including Wood Lake Music (Harbour), Frieze, The Face in the Garden, and Monet's Garden (all Thistledown).
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