Space Struck
Consider this glowing debut from Paige Lewis a menagerie of near-extinction. Space Struck explores the wonders and cruelties occurring within the realms of nature, science, and religion, with the acuity of a sage, the deftness of a hunter, and a hilarious sensibility for the absurd. The universe is seen as an endless arrow “. . . and it asks only one question: How dare you?”The poems are physically and psychologically tied to the animal world, replete with ivory-billed woodpeckers, pelicans, and constellations-as-organisms. They are also devastatingly human, well anchored in emotion and self-awareness, like art framed in a glass that also holds one’s reflection. Silky and gruesome, the poems of Space Struck pulse like starlight.

Space Struck Details

TitleSpace Struck
Author
LanguageEnglish
ReleaseOct 8th, 2019
PublisherSarabande Books
ISBN-139781946448446
Rating
GenrePoetry

Space Struck Review

  • Basia
    January 1, 1970
    If Space Struck is a house with so many rooms, every poem is a room lined with tender peculiarity. Plush and weird and curious. Earthly and superlunary. Space for the aching, space for the saints even when you least expect them, space to marvel, space to wonder. Space for all kinds of creatures, like and unlike you and me. Every poem is a room with a worthwhile view here. I'm so glad to have been invited inside.
    more
  • Dominic
    January 1, 1970
    I was emotionally struck over and over (most often with satisfied smiles) by Paige Lewis’ debut collection of poetry. The voices of these poems are tender and cheeky and gloriously absurd, and I still keep finding places to hide in these poems. This is my way of saying there is a lot of room to make these poems what you want them to be, and for as many times as you want to come back to them.The speakers, sometimes over the course of a single poem, will remind me of myself at one turn I was emotionally struck over and over (most often with satisfied smiles) by Paige Lewis’ debut collection of poetry. The voices of these poems are tender and cheeky and gloriously absurd, and I still keep finding places to hide in these poems. This is my way of saying there is a lot of room to make these poems what you want them to be, and for as many times as you want to come back to them.The speakers, sometimes over the course of a single poem, will remind me of myself at one turn, my wife at another, and then hit a deeper version of myself I’m still understanding. It was fun tracing the motifs throughout the book (stars, saints, self-understanding, "my beloved”), and I love how they made me feel large and safe in my difference.Learning to live as a queer man in my early 40s has its challenges—some days I feel both closer to myself but farther from the world. But it’s more often poetry, like the generous, playful, amphibious speakers of Lewis’ poems that ground me in this larger human world, fill me with possibility, and make me happy to be weird/imaginative/wild/hopeful me and more connected to “my beloved."Favourite line: “Tell me, how do I steady my gaze / when everything I want is in motion?"Favorite poem: “When I Tell My Beloved I Miss the Sun, He Knows” (which is available at poets.org)
    more
  • David Jordan
    January 1, 1970
    I follow the author on Twitter and pre-ordered the book based on their announcement and a stellar review in Poetry magazine. After waiting for several weeks for it to be released and delivered, I was slightly concerned that I might be justifiably disappointed when the collection fell short of my much too lofty expectations. I shouldn’t have worried. This book is even better than I hoped it would be. Paige Lewis is a phenomenal talent and these poems are among the best I’ve read in a long time. I I follow the author on Twitter and pre-ordered the book based on their announcement and a stellar review in Poetry magazine. After waiting for several weeks for it to be released and delivered, I was slightly concerned that I might be justifiably disappointed when the collection fell short of my much too lofty expectations. I shouldn’t have worried. This book is even better than I hoped it would be. Paige Lewis is a phenomenal talent and these poems are among the best I’ve read in a long time. I wanted there to be twice as many as are included in this volume, as it was over long before I was ready to finish. I guess I’ll just have to start all over from the beginning. I’ve a suspicion it will be even more amazing the second time through.
    more
  • Barton Smock
    January 1, 1970
    If, instead of a far creature, I imagine here an empty cage, then perhaps I’ve been blessed by revelation as originally intended, and tended to, in and by the baptismal poems of Paige Lewis as visible from their Space Struck, a work of thisness and anti-thatness. In a verse so propulsive that the forms therein dance in the before and after of being re-shadowed, Lewis makes of the beyond a proximity where privacy enters the pocket as a rescued oyster and emerges secretly as a smallness freed from If, instead of a far creature, I imagine here an empty cage, then perhaps I’ve been blessed by revelation as originally intended, and tended to, in and by the baptismal poems of Paige Lewis as visible from their Space Struck, a work of thisness and anti-thatness. In a verse so propulsive that the forms therein dance in the before and after of being re-shadowed, Lewis makes of the beyond a proximity where privacy enters the pocket as a rescued oyster and emerges secretly as a smallness freed from size. In places such as these, urgency need not be restless, awe need not outgrow its display, and we need not slow ourselves to be overtaken by beauty.
    more
  • Tim Heerdink
    January 1, 1970
    "Each poem another journey into the pondering imagination of Paige Lewis, a wonderful crafter of images drawn from space into existence. They look up and find new worlds, new lives for us to experience. Somewhere in the black that surrounds this dimension lies an alternate reality. One filled with dreams that stare back at you if the timing and lighting is right."- Tim Heerdink, author of The Human Remains and Red Flag and Other Poems
    more
  • Emily Polson
    January 1, 1970
    It's so good it hurts ✨
  • Abby
    January 1, 1970
    so fucking good
  • Jerome Blanco
    January 1, 1970
    Not sure that I've enjoyed a poetry collection more (and "enjoy" is almost certainly too weak a word). 6 stars if I could. This book is wonderful.
  • Matthew
    January 1, 1970
    3.5
  • André Habet
    January 1, 1970
    "I admit I often tell youAbout the cruelties of others to stifle The growling in my own troubled core."(From 'Pavlov was the son of a priest')
  • Corinne
    January 1, 1970
    Wow!!!! Wow! Beautiful! Stunning! Paige Lewis is truly one to keep an eye on.
Write a review