Columbia Poetry Review 11/20/2015 Swimming Home by Vincent Katz Review by Elizabeth Forsythe Maggie Cheung climbs a fire escape in the rain, but is it real rain? Vincent Katz poses this question early in his newest book of poems, Swimming Home (Nightboat, 2015). He answers himself a few lines later: “The question/is suddenly no longer Rather than tackling grand themes or existential crises, Katz is enamored with the daily, finding marvel in the simplest observations. Swimming Home emphasizes the importance of noticing, and shows what wonders may be found within the noticing. His poem “Square,” entirely grounded in observation, could very well be a litany of things seen, but something about the frankness of this poem, the open authenticity with which Katz relays the observations, leaves the reader intuitively finding meaning, grasping after the marvels of the mundane. “Bare fat dare cloud/Jean sleeve sweater nice/Sari duo tandem phone/Noon haze sun break//Dog duo low white/Posture sleep sexy hair/Sun out day change/Jog headphone boxer fly.” Swimming Home is a book delightfully present, but also one which uses the present to make sense of the past, the future, the ebb and flow of life, and indeed, makes use of those currents. In many ways, Swimming Home is not a book for the faint of heart; it asks the reader to work to see what’s happening beneath the surface, like currents beneath water. I found many of the poems to work on an intuitive level, connecting to certain lines or images in a visceral way, commiserating with Katz’s honest framing of the daily struggle we all face, finding meaning amidst lives we never asked for but were given anyway: “I’ve been black, very black,” he writes in “Squeak,” “and I’ve been white, quite white/but now I’m just myself/by myself, for myself/and for the friends I love.”
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