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POETRY BOOK REVIEW

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The Herald by Dean J Baker

Review by Val B. Russell

Every book of poetry is an invitation to climb inside the poet’s sensibility, to view the world through the introspection self through others. The subject matter is diverse, not always traversing the usual emotional terrain. Of course the best poetry is that which affects and caresses the spirit of the reader, stripping the human condition bare naked to examine the stunning beauty as well as the hideously ugly blemishes of love and life on this planet.

The broadness of the interpretation of any poem is determined by the skill of the poet coupled with a willingness to be revelatory. In Dean J. Baker’s volume of poetry The Herald, revelation and skill are in abundance. There is an emotional flourish to his verse when discussing love, sex and relationships that is dramatic and bold and fully necessary when doing the walk through the dark alleys of love, loss and renewal. There are no halfway journeys to self understanding in this book. All expressions are extreme and fiery, sometimes caustic, many times witty and always brutally honest. Dean Baker writes poetry for both fools and angels; those with an insatiable curiosity to live life despite the painful consequences, simply because the reward is a depth of understanding you can acquire no other way.

On one page a chronicle of heart aching loneliness, on the next, wary and astute observations of the motives of others, cheeky, flirty and lusty odes to past loves, wounds replete with blood and guts awaiting the final dirge until you reach the last page where a healing through wisdom has taken place silently right under your nose, as in the poem Invitation:

You’ve caught me with

my suicide mask wearing thin-

Death, an old sidekick

and various forms of unrequited love;

accompanied by

virgin humiliation,

strike the bone of the ghost-rdden

music that echoes in the

hollow of my heart

Interspersed throughout the text you will also find words like stinging scorpions, a criticism aimed with deadly accuracy at a society determined to destroy art with the superficiality and disregard for anything not associated with greed, status or instant gratification, such as in the poem Allegorical Imperatives:

Accomplices to the culture still-born, these

picayune mediocrities forge no sense

of self: damage or display apologists

You do well to beware such politics;

domestic confederates, nationalist failures:

the talented and their imitators

The Herald is more than a volume of poetry, it is a fight with words, where the pugulist punches his way out of himself and into an emotional liberation. My only criticism of this book is that it isn’t fatter with more poems but that being said, the quality of writing is astounding and it only whets the reader’s appetite for much more.

Dean J. Baker is a poet, satirist, songwriter and talented musician. He has traveled extensively, making him an astute observer and adept critic of human nature. He can be found blogging here: deanjbaker.wordpress.com and you can purchase his books here: deanjbaker.com

You can also friend him on facebook and follow him on twitter.

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The Herald by Dean J. Baker

August 22, 2010 by scullylovepromo

Book Review
Title: The Herald
Author: Dean J. Baker
Publisher: Mad Poet Press
Released: 2010
Pages: 50
ISBN: 978-1-926825-24-3
Stars: 4.0

Dean J. Baker is an edgy, opinionated Canadian poet whose work has been complimented by no less an authority than Irving Layton. I cannot disagree with the Nobel Prize nominee when he states that,

“Dean is a combination of thought and torment that has made him write more than a Baker’s dozen of fine poems…he might produce a collection that could astound us all.”

Baker’s compilation of poems entitled The Herald prove that he is a contemporary wordsmith of the finest caliber who injects each line with keen observation, poignant beauty and pain. He obviously writes from experience and reminisces about everything from childhood (Rice Lake, 1962) to relationships (License and A Friend), failed romance (Pollyanna and Matins) and the torment of his muse (A Jealous God).

One can sense the influence of Allen Ginsberg and Bob Dylan in particular with a pinch of Mordecai Richler attitude thrown in for good measure. However, Baker’s voice is uniquely his own and he knows how to wring emotion as well as remarkable, visceral landscapes from his pen.

Some of my favourites from The Herald include The Uselessness of Want, The Life of the Sensitive Kid, The Poetry Hotel, Coming of Age, Last Romantic, Invitation and…

This Earth

What was I running from
when everything was
beside me

Shaking at the thought
of you, inside
each move I made

When I couldn’t say
who was called that night
into silence

whispering
in my pain
You

You
it is myself
I come upon like this

Dean J. Baker has a somewhat lewd sense of humour (that I can often appreciate) which is more evident in his descriptive and satiric prose, Baker’s Bad Boys, dedicated to his brother Terry and their naughty childhood delinquent poo-flinging escapades; and at times, an irascible intellect that does not seem to suffer fools gladly.

Baker is also a romantic 21st century man whose non-conformance to political correctness probably gets him into hot water with women but I’m sure they never stop falling for his astonishing way with words.

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And another review on Goodreads

Poet Dean Baker has no qualms about diving into the waters of controversy. That is evident in poems like “Licence”, “Pollyanna” and “Invitation”. Some of the poems are definitely not “politically correct”. That is precisely why he is one of today’s best poets. Another aspect I enjoy is the diversity of his writing. Anyone who enjoys poetry should treat themselves to “The Herald”. The genre is far from dead. I very much enjoyed reading it and I would recommend this book to anyone who wishes to indulge in some great literary creations!

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/118107909

Poet Dean Baker has no qualms about diving into the waters of controversy. That is evident in poems like “Licence”, “Pollyanna” and “Invitation”. Some of the poems are definitely not “politically correct”. That is precisely why he is one of today’s best poets. Another aspect I enjoy is the diversity of his writing. Anyone who enjoys poetry should treat themselves to “The Herald”. The genre is far from dead. I very much enjoyed reading it and I would recommend this book to anyone who wishes to indulge in some great literary creations!

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I even wrote a review on it. It’s my first real review, ever.

Dean J. Baker’s, THE HERALD might be a thin book, but it is fat inside.

I sense an attempt to understand what cannot be understood. His words have eyes that see pain, disdain, humor, erotic ennui, anger and loving contempt. It’s provocative prose that evokes a lot of emotion in me.

Phrases from two poems that linger on in my mind are A DEDICATION: “you bring us back from gloom by your visit and surprise” and BATHURST YARDS: “no one’s serious the disturbance temporary”

You can buy his book, as I did, with PayPal on-line.

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from a review of The Herald: “This is more in the way of first impressions than a proper review, but I wanted to say something upon reading The Herald through because I was so drawn into the poems’ images and cadences — I thought their ability to imprint their visions in my mind on a first reading was something remarkable. The other aspects that struck me on this first reading in a similar way of standing out and being not necessarily expected were the maleness, the toughness, and the vulnerability that come through the poems, and come through in so many different ways — ways that are both idiosyncratic and rooted in a poetic tradition (so the language is familiar but conveys its own sense). I look forward to reading the collection more thoroughly and exploring the additional layers to the poems and my response to them.” Diana Moses

©Dean J. Baker

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Baker’s Bad Boys 11.. by Dean J. Baker

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Lullabye, baby…

Terry had once again obviously misbehaved and been sent to his room to ponder the ramifications of belching at the table while trying to blame others for his misdeeds.
After such a fine meal, with his portion now filling my belly, I too felt in need of a soporific rest.
I could see the poor baby as I entered the room, asleep on his back, his socks, changed weekly is my best guess, standing up by themselves against the bed. No wonder he was asleep. There was just no consideration for others in that regard. He would have to be taught a lesson.

I sneak over to his bed and peered into the snot-caked face of innocence.
I thought I heard the dog whisper. But ah no, it was the nimrod loosing clouds of glory and enacting a fine smile at the result.
Which gave me an idea.
I gingerly picked up his sock, without gloves or a tong. I placed one across his forehead, and the other across his beak, or nose. And stood back to admire my handiwork.

Immediately dreams of ice cream cones, chocolate, comic books, and world wide domination and admiration were succeeded by the devil’s scent as the odor traipsed its way into his nostrils and marched up toward the hypothalamus.
And, what was that! – why a dream that had me pilloried in the school auditorium, getting pies thrown at me, while my little brother accepted coins and prepared for The Lighting Of The Dean. Unacceptable.

I must suggest changes to his attitude. I had a hint that I would receive help doing so as my tummy rumbled from all the extra food poor autistic Terry had been unable to eat after his display of bad manners at the table.

I bent towards him and gently began to blow on the offending socks so as to increase their powers of paralysis; but aside from a twitch and frown and a mumbled ‘mommy,’ there was no conclusive result that he was adapting to his new position and had benefited from the lesson being applied.
Drastic measures and a delicate balance were now necessary.
As Terry slept away, amidst frowns and ever-increasing twitches, I decided I had best apply my discretion and chance waking the unfortunate one.

I removed my shoes, and socks. I reapplied my socks over his forehead and one across his mouth. This merely seemed to deepen the coma.
Being shoeless now inspired one more chance application of justice. I very gently climbed onto the bed, sure not to waken the sleeping midget. Positioning myself backwards, facing his feet, ever wary as the twitches continued to increase, I gently called his name. ‘Terry, oh Terry, wake up….’

Why, still nothing. No result. How disheartening when I was making my best effort. Once more into the breech, or the breeches into the face.

I stressed and I strained and I encouraged, and finally I could feel the very satisfactory result approaching as The Toothless One prepared to speak.
‘Terry,.. Terry…’ and rewarded by a fluttering of eyes, and then a sudden realization of his position, I cut loose with a definitely non-muted mumbler as he cried out, alas as all victims of their own misfortune must, “no, no…!”

PRRRT.
Oh the wailing and thrashing, the gnashing of teeth, the cries of wonder and apprehension mixed and milling in the same vocal shout. I was simply trying to help and he felt punished for some unknown reason. As I hopped off the bed and stood a safe distance away, curses were thrown and promises made of imminent dissection and death.

To no avail, because at that moment we heard my mother coming into the room. I jumped into my bed, and looked groggy – the winds of change were shifting my way and I was not immune to my own sense of justice – as my mother marched in and asked what was going on here.

“Terry must have had a bad dream, Mom. Look, he’s almost in tears, the poor guy.”

“Terry, are you okay?”

“No! Dean put his socks on my face and I almost threw up, and then he climbed onto my bed, and farted in my face! I’m going to kill him!”

“Dean! Did you do that!”

“No, Mom, Terry is having a sad dream, feeling sorry for himself because he got punished. He’s trying to blame me again.”
I smiled that angelic smile known world over by children that says, ‘would I lie to you .. well, I would.. but it’s in the best interests of my brother, so look deep.. deeper.. into my angelic smile…’

My mother just muttered something about ‘Lord, what did I do to deserve this…’ and told us to go to sleep or else. ‘Count sheep’, she said. I already did I thought to myself.

I smiled a big bother grin, not unlike Alice’s Chesire cat, at my afflicted brother, and promptly fell down the rabbit hole.

<——- the Award Winning BAKER’S BAD BOYS

©Dean J. Baker


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