Before Kodachrome

Before Kodachrome Set In Fresno, The Sierra Nevadas And Greece, The Poems In Before Kodachrome Look Back Unflinchingly At A Fractured California Childhood In The S And S In The Process They Lay Out In Stark Contrast The Dimensions Of A Life Where Parents, Real And Surrogate, Are At Once Loving And Violent, Attentive And Neglectful, Righteous And Morally Bankrupt From His Adopted Homeland, The Cradle Of Western Civilization, The Poet Weaves Stories From Classical Mythology, The Old Testament, Fairy Tales And Popular American Culture That Show How A Balanced Adult Self Can Be Formed, Not By Avoiding Childhood Trauma And Insistently Moving On, But By Using Language And Narrative To Delve Deep Into One S Past And Bring Back Artifacts That Provide Meaning, Stability And, Yes, At Times, Transcendence

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  • Paperback
  • 74 pages
  • Before Kodachrome
  • Don Schofield
  • English
  • 12 December 2019
  • 9781938853012

15 thoughts on “Before Kodachrome

  1. says:

    I don t think of it as disclosure to say that I knew Don Schofield when he was a young poet, and I was a young fiction writer, and we were both getting our MFAs at the University of Montana in Missoula Halcyon days Don and I co edited the literary magazine CutBank together, and in some ways he introduced me to poetry I hadn t read too much before saving, obsessively, Song of Myself by Walt Whitman and I don t read enough now, but I did love and appreciate Don s work from the start Because his poems were so personal Because they were so autobiographical Because they evoked childhood and a childhood in a very specific place so well In a way, these poems were like a hyper lyrical compressed form of memoir or creative nonfiction Later I began to write creative nonfiction and the personal essay, and perhaps the memory of Don s poems encouraged me to try and be as intimate, as vulnerable, and as lyrical as he was.Some thirty five years later, long after I graduated with that MFA from the University of Montana, I am reading Don s collection of poems Before Kodachrome and marveling both at how far he has come in his poetic powers and how close he has stayed, in these poems, to the heart of those early themes childhood, fathers, California, loss, celebration Once again, I feel as if I am reading his life and entering into his being What a privilege And, surely, the very reason we read

  2. says:

    We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us Excerpts BEFORE KODACHROMEI love this snapshot of the boyposing in his Sunday best whitetrousers, sweater, even his hairseems white He s looking downat the lawn deep in shadow, smilingin light so bright it almostwashes him out.And this one of his room Davey Crockett curtains,Superman bedspread, Apache war bonneton the wall A patch of lightis spreading over his face and arms ample darkness, though,behind the door,under the bed, surroundinglegs and feet In that dreamy silencebefore the others woke,he s caught between two oblivions,looking up from his bed, smiling,in light so bright he s almostnot there.2619 VAN NESS BLVDEven then, 1957,that house was crumbling,plaster falling from its ceilinglike pages from a book Yet here,in this photo on the front lawn, it s Sunday,I m eight years old forever,arms around that motherhard and straight as a door.House, was it you I loved If I could know just half your thoughts,feel your long gone warmthlike the ivy climbing your walls House that towers in memory, strongand beautiful, you who saw us fallfrom love, that world come unhinged, tell me,was it her despair or yours,the swamp cooler s mournful drone the cuckoo s insistent, oracular song the brooding of ballerinason her disheveled dresseras all along your papered wallsthat horse and carriage raced headlonginto a darkening forest Oh, House,hold on, so I can,to Sunday, to love, to 1957,that bright grey lawn.

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