Reviews
of Self-Portrait as Jerry Quarry
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The monsters and heros,
sometimes inseparable, that populate this book rise up, are beaten down, and
rise up again in a raw and flooded mythos. With a darting, weaving musicality,
sometimes talky, sometimes demonically convoluted, these poems roar and splinter.
If they weren't so funny, theyd be terrifyingand they are. If they
weren't so terrifying, theyd be funnyand they are. Vito Aiuto's
voice comes to us from the epicenter of a concussive beauty. Get ready to be
hit.
Dean Young
The poems in Self-Portrait
as Jerry Quarry explore issues of God and Faith, of art and the everyday,
of what it means to struggle with the limitations of being human (and, paradoxically,
the beauty that goes with those limitations). This is the work of a poet who
veers wildly between the conversational and the lyric mode, often with comic
or heartbreaking results. Aiutos poems are devotional and blasphemous
at the same time, because hes so damn unpretentious, from the tip of his
blue-collar boots to the hands he uses to pray. And Vito himself is one of the
hippest poets I know of, clever and urbane. I hear echoes of Frank OHara
and Kenneth Koch, but also David Foster Wallace and J.D. Salinger, and it makes
for a new kind of music.
David Dodd Lee