Jorn Ake

Books by Jorn Ake at the Backwaters Press

The  Circle Line The Circle Line by Jorn Ake

Author: Jorn Ake
Format: Paperback, 96 pages
ISBN: 9781935218081
Published: September 2009

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Critical Praise for Jorn Ake’s The Circle Line

Jorn Ake’s new volume of poems is a bright scrabble of objects suffering a pitched change of light and not of our sun but of a shared memory of classical mechanical proteins that are still a mystery to us. I think here of the cast-off daybooks of a Gogol or Ramanujan. The stylized movement of imagery across these poems is kin to some lost Greek number theory linked to the masked animal dance that heals and repeats. If you would like to remember what all of us most distantly forgot, then please by any means purchase this book.
Norman Dubie

The figurative subtlety and range of these poems made this book an imaginative feast. Throughout, I had a sense that I was being presented the story of a life by means of a deeper language, as if Jorn Ake has figured out how to speak directly through the feelings that attach to actions, objects and memories. With a work this metaphorical, I look at what recurs—the desert and childhood, photography and music, violence on a personal and political scale, —and there is an ongoing, loving nod to the artists who have shaped this poet’s mind. I also sense that what drives his work is a desire to characterize the feeling of a time period, the later 20th century, with all its “…blindness/flying moth-crazy about the light.” I cannot turn away from these poems. This is a fascinating book.
Bob Hickok

Poems from The Circle Line by Jorn Ake

Bobby Kennedy

The train was a black centipede
moving through the blue-dust
a television cast across my mother’s pleated red skirt
spread like a fan over her knees.
She sat on the floor, her legs
kicked out to one side,
her white-socked foot
tapping rhythmically
until the newsman’s voice,

And now the car bearing the body,
draped in the flag

stopped it,
her heart breaking all the way
across the back of America.


Home Plate

It isn’t about the sender.
Just the receiver, a big mitt
left open in case
the solid body falls into it
wide-eyed but missed
sometimes asleep.

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