The Moira Cycle - Peterson, Geoff
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Is its meaning Margot, Moira, Mother, or the mileage between lovers? Zeus the lightning thrower has advised his son of no fame to publish twenty books/of praiseworthy poems/ before getting back to him... Now in Geoff Peterson's latest, an aging Adonis is challenged by an on-again/off-again affair in his annual cycle of four months in transit, four months of frolic with his beloved, and four months of grief and self-appraisal. In the country of Sex & Death, the poet's dilemma remains the age-old riddle: how to occupy two planes of existence at once without upsetting the table. In Moira,…mehr

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Is its meaning Margot, Moira, Mother, or the mileage between lovers? Zeus the lightning thrower has advised his son of no fame to publish twenty books/of praiseworthy poems/ before getting back to him... Now in Geoff Peterson's latest, an aging Adonis is challenged by an on-again/off-again affair in his annual cycle of four months in transit, four months of frolic with his beloved, and four months of grief and self-appraisal. In the country of Sex & Death, the poet's dilemma remains the age-old riddle: how to occupy two planes of existence at once without upsetting the table. In Moira, everything's a sign pointing to the goddess. In the words of the oracle, "A man cannot help who he loves." Moira reminds us that to fall in love is to catch the red-eye to the Land of Shadows. "Peterson is a sensitive with a keen eye for commitment to place, and his Moira Cycle a challenge and not for the faint of heart." -Andy Vinca
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Near-blind and subject to seizures, Geoff Peterson writes of gods and mortals with the urgency of a gossip columnist. By respecting the passage from rumor to myth and thence into art, he maintains a life guided by rare flashes of grace. The man who burns incense at the altars of Kronos, Zeus, Adonai, Krishna, Kristos, the Virgin, but mostly at the altar of thin air, has now, with Moira, celebrated a richly textured cycle containing exile, death, and loss of the beloved. Poets and philosophers are seasonal tourists of death, he writes, but the goddess is its author.