Words for a Lost Year

"Spinoza and Springsteen walk into a bar . . . and the result is Murray Shugars' WORDS FOR A LOST YEAR, helmed by philosophy and fueled by desire. The voice in these poems comes at you with the bruised romanticism of the lyric and the full-throated keening of a rock song. The weather is what holds them together, but if you put your ear to the page you can hear the howling heart that just might blow them apart." —Johanna Sutherland "Secret, shuddering, blithe, Murray Shugars' poems impart that quality of the heart that Lorca called duende. I say impart because their art, which is subtle and investigative, seems to channel deep image, deep song, the big-B Beat in Kerouac's original sense of beatitude. Here is battlefield, Stanford's. Here is craft as what it is, ritual. In Shugars' WORDS FOR A LOST YEAR, writing is the rite of seasons, but this is no simple or unearned pastoral meditation. These poems ruminate with the year—on art, on each other, on love, on distances, on the deep time that weighs like weather. These are poems that return, poems to return to, because here are seasons of the heart." —Matthew Salyer "In Murray Shugars' third collection, WORDS FOR A LOST YEAR, poems function as meaningful artifacts and assorted treasures that are revelatory and lyrical, conjuring memories and quotidian moments held beneath a powerful lens of honest reflection, with glimpses of 'sunstruck snowflakes,' 'a discarded flake of sky,' and 'Night's white asterisks.' The poems here—whether in Muskegon, Vicksburg, or Mosul—offer clarity, discoveries, and beautiful truths like days remembered in any given year." —Gina Ferrara, Poetry.