This is the debut US release for this briliant UK poet. Here is what other poets say about him:
“John G. Hall comes out swinging from the left, trying to wake the reader from the endless nightmare insanity of a world obsessed with war all the time, soldiered by the machinery of corporate greed and religious fascism. John throws hard, pitching beatific curves with hope, heart and a hunger for peace, coming at you from the Doc Williams school of poetry as news; read all about it.” S.A. Grififn, co-editor The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry
“John Hall’s poetry has the gritty edge of a contemporary visionary in active development. He is not afraid to let the poem happen to him as experience and he is not imprisoned by form but open to its changing demands. Whether writing of broken-heartedness or dealing with experiences of a more directly political nature, his poems are always directed toward the future. So that outrage is never far from rage, nor affirmation from bitter actuality.”
Jack Hirschman, Author of Front Lines-Selected Poems
CP#4 Michael D. Grover: "The Man That Lives In The Park"
Grover’s story would be the perfect document to pick up one hundred years from now to see what it was like to be a homeless person in the suburban USA today.Since The Man Who Lives In The Park is in print it will have a chance to make it that far, though we can’t much say the same for the human species. -Paul Corman Roberts Outsider Writers.
Michael gives a strong voice to those that are not heard. He gives dignity to those that may, themselves, lack. He makes a statement for Hank, and those men and women like Hank. "This [collection of poems] in itself / A defiant gesture. / Like a middle finger / At the system. / The invisible man / will be seen." And Michael D. Grover will be sure he is.
"I've written about John Dorsey before. He's a vagabond angel, a word lunatic, a visionary. I saw him read at The Beat Museum and it blew me away. If Gregory Corso and Allen Ginsberg have a spiritual heir, it's John Dorsey. He is carrying the torch, lighting the landscape, singing alone in the wasteland. There is nobody that touches him. Nobody comes close. True genius. Every poem is a complete reward for the moments spent reading it. I feel honored to have met him. I hope to God I see him read again."
-David Barker, Author "Charles Bukowski Spit in My Face"
