O Paradise

As Howard Nemerov has said in praise of William Trowbridges first poetry collection: he is very much up on the peculiarities of our little world He is both funny and serious, seriously funny; probably the best, if not the only, way of dealing with the complex predicament. Continuing in this third collection of poems to work in the realm of the serio-comic, Trowbridge explores other borderlandsbetween the tangible world and the intuitive one, between actuality and memory, between consciousness and unconsciousness, between self as flesh and blood and self as ghost. This is fast-faced, nervy poetry whose witty, vernacular language moves surprisingly toward transcendence.