How Chet Baker Died

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Poems from the acclaimed author of Roy's World, Wild at Heart, and many other works The first words in Barry Gifford's new poetry collection say it all-"Here I am wasting time again / writing poems to keep myself company" - doing what he has ever done, surprising his readers in kaleidoscopic prisms of color, turning every breath into a story, and himself into his most colorful character. She stood and walked across the lawnpast the cottage and into the big house.He stayed to watch the last of the sunset, waiting for the flash of green.When it was finally dark and there wasno moon and the fireflies appeared, he got up and began walking toward the house.He loved the Italian word for firefly, lucciola. She was like that, flickeringon and off from moment to moment.As he approached the house, he could hearher singing: Vogliatemi bene, un bene piccolino. It's so strange, he thought, life's so fast and time's too slow.He stopped and watched the fireflies. Or this: In my dream someone asked me ifI remembered Frank JacksonHearing this name brought tearsto my eyes though I've neverknown anyone by that name The mystery in these poems lives just beyond the province of words. In a strange way, Barry Gifford's poems tell a wordless story, freed of the writer's art. "It's dangerous to remember / so much, especially for a writer / The temptation to make sense / of it is always there / where you and I / are no longer." Daily life, family and friends, are much more important here than books. The beauty and elusiveness of women and music are of utmost importance, far more so than literature. As he attests: "I prefer music to poems, words don'tlive the same way-so, listen.