The sky's the limit in these funny and sad head-in-the-clouds poems. The Sky Is a Sky in the Sky is a laboratory of poetic approaches and experiments. It mines the personal and imaginary lives of Stuart Ross and portraits of his grief and internal torment, while paying homage to many of the poet's literary heroes. It contains new entries in Ross's ongoing Razovsky poems, prose poems, a remix of an entire poetry book by dear friend Nelson Ball, a couple of collaborative poems, some one-line poems, and lots more. In an era of thematic poetry and conceptual poetry books, this collection is a celebration of possibilities and miscellany.
"Stuart Ross doesn't hold back, happily for us. In letting his poems go where they want to go, sometimes by leaps and bounds, he reminds us that poetic rules are meant to be broken and that the results, in the hands of a skillful poet, can be moving, or amusing, or subversive, or exhilarating, or all of the above. His work brims with surprises. From start to finish, The Sky Is a Sky in the Sky is a delightful and thoroughly engaging book." - Charles North, author of News, Poetry and Poplars: Poems/Selected Prose "Here, we're invited to gawk at horror and kick it in the pants, but also to notice the horror within us, because we all have it, and Ross doesn't shy away from the odd and uncomfortable. He's easy with sentiment, honest about grief, clear about death being our final destination, and behooves us mightily to enjoy it while we can. This book contains some of Ross's greatest love songs for the dead as well as some sideways laments for the living - in these poems we can see ourselves and our friendships, our future losses, and present mysteries examined with no preference or perfunctory reverence. Each time I read Stuart Ross's work I feel grateful, hopeful, reminded to lift my skeleton up and enjoy the abundant wonders the world holds." - Gillian Wigmore, author of Orient "Stuart Ross is one of the most important poets to have found himself somehow on planet Earth, where readers have been rejoicing in his work for nearly six decades. He makes it seem easy: open your eyes, your ears, your heart; look into the world and write. However, to do so with such unflinching candour, many-layered humour, the deepest emotional intelligence, and rarest lyric acumen? No, you have to be Stuart Ross to bring all of everything to bear upon being alive in one's time. To rejoice is also to mourn, of course, and these poems are afraid to