Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino writes
like an ancient poet, with an
understanding of the wait of a word and
the weight of a sign.
Each noun, verb, pronoun is critical, each acting as a capsule
that holds meaning through time and
space. When the eyes pass over the
words, or when the ears hear the
words, meanings emerge and hover, and
those meanings are not always
denotative, not concrete.
Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino is a
mage, a man who holds the wisdom of the
ancients, and so a depth of
understanding lingers around his poems.
Take for example part 2 of his poem,
"Conklintown Road."
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2.
or mortal see,
in time and in state of mind.
A curve or fold or surfaces.
faces.
lines. are tortile and pie. and
given
to loving at all times.
see,
this little chin is an angle for
compliments.
this little foot is over the
falls.
this last curve will take your
breath away.
this is a raisin and this is a
melon seed.
this little hand is something to
date things by.
and given, to loss, and to
loving at all times.
closer, at hand. |
St. Thomasino seeks the origin of words,
the space that exists before the word is
uttered or known, a practice which has
occupied male poets and philosophers
over the centuries. He is aware,
however, that women poets now attempt
the same. And this might be the
meaning of his poem, "Janes."
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Janes
Jane is taking that which cannot be opened
Jane, that uses no words
this is taking Jane into the
nameless
and, into the naming of Adam and
the earth.
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I highly recommend, The Valise,
by Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino, for
any poet who longs to reach the realm
beyond the physical. In a sense,
his poems are a valise, a carrying item
for meaning. |
