jared hayes

jared hayesJared Hayes tends to shadows and their ghosts in Portland, Oregon. Hayes is the author of The Dead Love (Black Radish Books, 2011) and Bandit from Little Red Leaves’ Textile Series. Enjoys being in the company of the Dusie Kollektiv, Black Radish Books, and Livestock Editions. Jared’s poetry can be found. Black Radish Books will publish Jared Hayes’ go with me in Fall 2017.

go with mecvr 9 FRONT ONLYRelentlessly playful and celebratory, go with me meditates on life with young children, holding one’s beloveds close, making art, embracing the death of a mentor—the proximate contiguous to the infinite, all and nothing, one and the other. Hayes sketches his lyrics against the canvas of interstellar space, the frame against which all else is known—mountains, rivers, wind, Disneyland—“a radical dispossession” wholly immersed in the immediate pleasures and discomforts of daily life.  Joyous, even in the face of death and loss, go with me revels in presence: “this ravine and this gulley this runnel this other river another river this letter,” this litany of loves neither punctuated nor constrained, present ’mid the plethora.

Advance praise for go with me

“Equal parts reverie and reverence, go with me is a metaphysical meander through trees and stars, stones and bones, rivers and rivulets. These poems forge a spacious kaleidoscope that refracts the borderless shores of mystical possibility. Jared Hayes gifts us with a galaxy of holy dice not yet freighted with the weight of certainty. In doing so he helps us contemplate the unbridgeable distance between us and us.” —Jules Boykoff

“If we were already dead how would the world appear to us? ‘Death would have no border.’ What if what we know of life is only a surface? Could we know myriad dimensionality ‘surrounded from a place [we] cannot occupy’? Would death require we be closer to it—more comrade to it—in order for us to understand? Hayes’ poems are water in space— light through thought-forms in a manner in which it seems the light is what remains once the thought has dissipated. Reflection and refraction. Wind. A day in the life of a season. The ode—the “o”—a prolonged orgasm. Something about saying the poem out loud makes it a singing (‘GREAT MOTHER musics’). Hayes’ poems always feel to me to be elemental and animal pulsation. Love for life—being expressed. So kindly ‘in between personal ways of eternal.’ Transient aims gaining direction, traction, blood, weight. These poems sing to the animal in us and the animals of this planet (‘your great animal faces’). By spaciousness—get us more specific. Like moving through outdoor arts, mounds with human remains among dirt particles and then turning the head upward because we realize our lungs are so full of air our chests so full of light. This book makes me feel closer. Closer to Earth, to light and to life.” —j/j hastain

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