Comments on: poetry book club: mark doty’s ‘fire to fire’

By: Anna

Anna — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 21:43:25 +0000

My Story

Blinding pain running down me,
Burning even deaper within me,
Cleansing every inch of me,
With nothing but a cold chill.

I lie in a white room,
That seems so dark to me,
Draining my hopes from me,
Like a sponge soaking up my remains.

My existance grows more feable,
Every second, I think back to the occurance,
A fight,
A run and a sudden bang,
Blood covering the windshield.

I remember nothing more,
Now I lie in a hospital bed.
Awaiting my fate.

I feel a warmth full fill me,
And lift me,
Lighter that a feather,
To a bright light, that is calling me.

I see nothing but the blinding light,
That is welcoming me,
In a way that I was never welcomed before.

By: Catherine

Catherine — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 09:15:38 +0000

I borrowed School of the Arts from our library – the only book of his poems they had, although they did have one of his memoirs, too.
I looked online to see if I could get Fire to Fire but shipping costs roughly double the price for books here compared to the US. I think I will have to wait for the paperback. I found quite a few of his poems online, but not enough to get a good overall assessment and put them in chronological perspective, I suspect

By: Philip Thrift

Philip Thrift — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 06:03:00 +0000

I just bought fire to fire yesterday at my neighborhood Barnes&Noble (with a 20% member card discount — that was a treat).

There it was on the shelves of the now almost-vanished Poetry section. (That’s a whole nother thing.)

By: tess

tess — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 15:50:48 +0000

I’m sure you’ve read his Still Life with Oysters and Lemon? I think it is a marvelous work and certainly sheds light on Doty’s eye and emotional/philosophical life. It was such a sumptuous read that I was pained when I finished and wanted to start again immediately — I’ve never quite suffered such reader -withdrawal.