Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to grow...
erbacce-press
Mario Susko
EPI/LOGOS
there i was trading words for life
hoping they’d live beyond themselves
i had seen the truth but never claimed
to be the one to have touched it
death was sleeping in my bed
pretending it kept it warm for me
while i lay frozen on the table
with a piece of lead in my forehead
there were flat shapes there words
could not negotiate fault lines
i thought would some day close and heal
as if the senses had never fractured
was that the point where i was let go
to stumble spectrally through a tunnel
into the exploding frameless light
unaware darkness also left me blind
whatever the visionless roads that brought
me to this stage that is my fate
words imprinted on the skin now
lesions on the membrane of memory
and if this is what i have to be to know
what i was not to be the only thing
left to tell Shakespeare is i have lost
my mind trying to save my head
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Mario Susko writes with the strength of an army in his pen. His words describe the tragedies of war and the persistence of human idiosyncracies even in the face of chaos.... Seek, find and buy this man's work; you will be changed.
- Sean Lindsay
Aside from their relevance to social and political questions, [Susko's] poems are finely crafted pieces of linguistic workmanship and artistry. They are not light reading; they are important reading. No lover of poetry will be disappointed.
- David Rogers
The unusual combination of poetic prerogatives and erudition, on the one hand, and the document and the existential weight, on the other, gives us a work of extraordinary experience and remarkable quality.
- Tonko Maroevic
One of the most humane voices out of the 21st Century, Mario Susko's distinctive humility and stock wit conspire as survivors to form a reprieve from a dragged-down humanity that.... is the unexpected gift of daybreak.... where explosions and interrogations disappear in this crack of forgiveness.
- Peter Money
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