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The Unequivocality of a Rose by Joel Netsky is a story.  All good poetry tells a
story; some poems are stories told in grand poetic language like the great epics
of our shared cultural history; some poems are individual pieces set together to
create a story.  The Unequivocality of a Rose is a story told both in individual
verse strung together and as a long tale told with a unique poetic language.

...this work confounds and teaches all in the same moment.  Joel Netsky’s
poetic is firmly grounded in a classic poetic language and yet with a language
reaching out into a visionary future.  At first it will perplex you and then it will
draw you in with a sure recognition from another time and another future.

Bio

Joel was born in Philadelphia.  While at college he studied literature and
writing, and in the years following developed a personal poetry writing style
based upon a naturalistic rendering of poetic structures.

“I then became ‘religious’: life metamorphosed to a spiritual journey.  This is
not to say that I attained any insights beyond the mundane, but life to me from
then on became aspiration toward a supernal.  I did very little writing during
that time, worked more on myself internally, and only gradually did I return to
writing.”  Joel currently resides in Philadelphia.
If poets and lovers of poetry don't write, publish,
read, and purchase poetry books then we will have
no say in the quality of our contemporary culture
and no excuse for the abuses of language, ideas,
truth, beauty, and love in our cultural life.
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The
Unequivocality    
 of a Rose
by Joel Netsky

Selected for the2006/07 Slim Volume Series
Cover Art by Patrick Fisher

80 pages, Price 13.00
ISBN-13 978-09789597-1-5   
Read reviews by Francis Lemfield and Emily B. Ross on Amazon.com
How Quietly the Waters



How quietly the waters of the creek flow!
They are like a thought through the consciousness.

The dialectic of field and forest is of such splendor,
the dichotomy between spoken and written, space and                      
time, dissolves.

To the sky, that intellect of perfect erudition,
the text beneath is by a pen indesecrate.

The innumerous cosmoses drift one into the next,
nonrememberable, faceless, yet precious.

In the arms of the communion of all,
intellect and will, stasis and flux: love.
It Wasn’t too Late



It wasn’t too late to salvage his life,
to make of his years,
If not a palace, then an ordinary house,
to have each day be,
if not a feast, then a simple meal.

How could he have been so benighted?
What affliction had circumscribed his being?
In heinous league upon the fair shore
had jackal bewilderment and vulture despair disgorged
and with stroke so deliquescent as to contradistinct all                
fealty
render his noble soul egrege even to a twain.

If simple and in proportion,
the proper thing in the proper place at the proper time,
like a farmer with a field,
plowing at the proper time,
or a tailor with a garment,
mending in the proper way-
no, it wasn’t too late at all.
From The Unequivocality of a Rose
Nominated for the L. L. Winship/PEN New England Award 2007.
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If poets and lovers of poetry don't
write, publish, read, and purchase
poetry books then we will have
no say in the quality of our
contemporary culture and no
excuse for the abuses of language,
ideas, truth, beauty, and love
in our cultural life.