Yves K Morrow’s ‘An Alterable Void’ – a review

Cover art: Mirjana Miric Inalman

Cover art: Mirjana Miric Inalman

Cover art: Mirjana Miric Inalman

Cover art: Mirjana Miric Inalman

Let me begin by saying I love the many and varied talented poets and writers I have had the privilege to meet and read over WordPress. The skill and generosity of all constantly surprise and gladden me, but for me one of my very favourite writers has to be the wonderful Yves K Morrow, the poet at  http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/

I am constantly in awe of the work of this amazing writer –to me she is the poetic lovechild of Arthur Rimbaud and Sylvia Plath with some of Poe’s bloodline mixed in for good measure. She is that amazing. She is that good. Her work should be recognised far beyond just her WordPress followers and one day she should be studied by students of great literature.

Again I say it, she is that good. If one day I write a poem that has half her depth and sensibility I will be very proud indeed.

So when she announced she was publishing her first book of poetry – An Alterable Void –   I was delighted and immediately purchased my copy. I have now received it and had the pleasure of reading it from cover to cover in one astonishing sitting and been admirably rewarded for this time by the sheer beauty, breadth and depth of her writing.  And given this I couldn’t wait to pass on the word and do this review so that others can discover and be enriched by reading her wonderful work.

She divides her work in this book in three sections reflecting the theme of her blog – Mind, Love and Misery.

The Mind section is full of brutal, beautiful self-analysis and contemplation of thought. Asymmetry is exquisitely lovely, Contrast is a short burst of illuminating light. Freak Show provides an amazing insight to the fate of forgotten or abandoned writing, while Shaman shows us the poet as mystic.

In Translation she completely under-estimates the beauty of her writing – she shines a harsh and unforgiving light on her method and finds herself wanting in a manner her readers never will.

The Love section is very much a world Rimbaud would recognise and enjoy – a deliciously dark and sensuous collection of work that brings to mind his quest for the derangement of the senses. All the poems are beautiful, but I’d make special mention of Alone – a keen insight to the changing aspects of love – Birdsong for its musical profundity, Frozen and also Molting for simplicity that will break your heart, and the darkly sensual and trippy cadence of Moon Sick and Peyote Angel.

In the Misery section dwell the ghosts of Plath and Poe, highlighted by Yves’ total unique voice which is powerful and wholly her own despite any comparisons I make. Poems like Beggar, Cemetery Heart and Cyanide Butterfly are beautiful and sepulchral. They also expose her inner self with excoriating honesty. Disgraced could be a song that Lucifer might sing, and in Incarnate and in Paper Heart we are again introduced to the poet as mystic.

All in all this collection is superb, just as I anticipated it would be. I hope Yves draws the very wide acclaim she richly deserves. Her writing will make you feel and think deeply, and transport you to a world that is at once both familiar and alien. It is sublime.

I also want to note how wonderful the cover art is, done by the very talented Mirjana Miric Inalman. It perfectly complements this wonderful work with its own dark beauty and otherworldly grace, and displays an artist with similar sensibilities, skill and depth to the poet.

Buy this book if you love great poetry and would like to have a first edition for one of the great poets of our age. The all important link to buy is:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/yves-k-morrow/an-alterable-void/paperback/product-21480986.html

Cheers

Helen V.

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Abraxas

Gemstone carved with Abrasax, obverse and reverse.

Gemstone carved with Abrasax, obverse and reverse. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been talking with Abraxas
He confuses what is true
He is balance, one part darkness
One part sunlight is his view

I’ve been asking him some questions
All the mysteries I hold
He’s enigma, he’s enjoyment
He is warmth and he is cold

He’s so ancient, this Abraxas
He’s forgotten but he’s there
I can hear him in the shadows
I can see him on the stair

I’ve been talking with Abraxas
Some say demon, some say god
And if what he says is wisdom
It is still obtuse and odd

I’m in awe of his great power
How he’s hiding in the shade
All the balances he’s struck now
All the laws must be obeyed

I’ve been talking with Abraxas
He is quite a sight to see
He is one part revelation
And is one part mystery

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Soul

Souls

Souls (Photo credit: Rickydavid)

Burning on this pyre of many years I weave
my own lost mystery
We have too many deeds undone and too little history
to make any sense of you and me
We look to skies above to find
a god we lost so long ago
We shattered not in two but in many
So many that we cannot know, cannot know

I would lie willingly on altars old for one
true sight of spiritual majesty
This need is writhing in the very pit of me
From such desire yet be free
We seek promised, dark refining fire
Yet it is within the kernel grows
and in the one seed are so many more
So many that we cannot know, cannot know

My soul I know so well just like my ravaged skin
It bleeds beneath the face of me
Deep passion wars with cold sterility
Just what we do and what we see
Such lifetimes on the rack or flame
All ambition and belief overthrows
Too many lost to praise or name
So many that we cannot know, cannot know

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Vanquished – For Prompt 46 – Bitter Loathing

They say true hatred’s born of love
But here no finer feelings bled
within such arid desert where
no tears for water can be shed
We stumbled on such paradox
A deeper schism found instead

When once I called you little heart
and saw sweet childhood in the man
possession’s daemon whispered words
and slowly charmed you to its plan
Down corridors of loss and pain
the tempting joker took your hand

My anger’s pure, bright white rage
Come near, I’ll tear your soul apart
I’ve learned through bitter years your ways
Become acquainted with your art
And so corrosion I would plant
within your scarred and desperate heart

And if you love and are content
If calmer waters find you whole
It’s just a moment’s respite here
We know for whom this bell must toll
Your choices carry deep your fate
and resurrect your truest soul

So was this love, the barest glance
with kingdoms falling, built upon
a trickery, chimera’s dance?
To darker worlds we both belong
But I can wait eternity
to finally hear your vanquished song

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/03/09/prompt-46-bitter-loathing/

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Solitude

You are no longer here
It has been many, many years
I’m growing old
With all our stories yet untold
My memory still is clear

Your ghost has now withdrawn
And from this book our pages torn
A broken heart
Is only where a chapter starts
Its verses so forlorn

Invasion that I knew
Was all that I could have of you
You lived in doubt
And flailed your needs about
Till finally you withdrew

You are no longer here
In solitude I pass my years
This ghostly home
Is just alone
Awash in unshed tears

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Precision

English: Nearly octahedral diamond crystal in ...

English: Nearly octahedral diamond crystal in matrix. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have cut glass with diamonds precise
I have drawn secrets out of closed eyes
They are made puppets of my device
They hope for fire, I give them ice

With my precision they hardly bled
Of all their history so little said
They hoped for life but found me instead
Here in the labyrinth see how they’re led!

I make it perfect, I make it art
I’m at conclusions while others start
I’m of the mind while they’re of the heart
I’m where your loss and confusion depart

I have cut souls with wisdom precise
I lay to waste without thinking twice
I’m not compassion, I am not nice
You’ll pray for fire, I’ll give you ice

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Pray – for Prompt 45 Festering Jealousy

 

image credit:  dark.pozadia.org

image credit: dark.pozadia.org

Your words are taken
While mine forsaken
Your lilting voice
Removes all choice

Your gracious heart
Tears mine apart
Your spirit freed
I crack and bleed

For you the smile
The warmth and style
For me but earth
A barren birth

And as for love
You’ll have enough
While watching I
Just wilt and die

Not just nor fair
No wealth to spare
I always knew
It fell to you

Your soul so charmed
The world disarmed
Where is my space
What is my grace?

You are the sun
They’ll wish upon
But pray to me
Through jealousy

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at:  http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/prompt-45-festering-jealousy/

 

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Intruding Noise

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English: . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Outside I hear the intruding noise
A party on this home’s shared land
I wish not to deny their fun
I hope their party’s bright and grand
But as the evening gathers in
I hope that they will understand
The quiet time that others wish
The hushed times that we might have planned

Outside the singing is so bright
They celebrate their life it seems
And sometimes in the rousing voices
The vocals raise to their extremes
This is not bad in afternoons
When o’er them all the sunlight streams
But inside I pray they understand
That night desires peaceful dreams

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Beauty Ages

Beauty ages so
The cultural rules apply
We will not deny

The face forms hollows
The lines of age hold their sway
On too soon a day

Beauty ages all
The finest flower in time
Loses her sweet prime

And here we are cruel
Where once we held so high
Turn and just deny

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Spontaneous Book Review: Curiosity

Anneque had written a wonderful, thoughtful and insightful review of Curiosity – just had to share!! 🙂 🙂

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