Claiming equal access to multiple mythologies—Roman, Greek, Biblical, and personal—Frazier creates a vital and thoroughly modern poetry to explore his (and humanities’) most persistent questions. By turns oracular, catechetic, or confessional, the poems resonate with acute insight and rich description shaped by Frazier’s austerely elegant cadence.
One poem observes, “Here in the suburbs each blossom is false.” Another admits, “I act as if I can be saved.” Yet never content to settle for surface, these passionate, philosophical lyrics probe the nature and limitations of faith, the divine, desire, free will, and the self--even as they acknowledge the gluey marplot of power and appetite that confounds or subverts.
The line, “The Nile is only the beginning,” aptly ends the collection, for the journey of The Gods of the Grand Resort is not, finally, to certainty, but rather toward a richer, wiser and more plangent ambiguity, at once ancient and bracingly contemporary. —Ralph Hamilton
THE WAY HERE
MARC J. FRAZIER