I'm not a fan of nature poetry but this was still well done enough to not stop me from finishing it. The integration of nature, the environment, and the moon were well executed and there's definitely a tug the reader feels to the natural world while reading this collection. The poet had a command on word play and form but I did feel at times that it was being meta-referential at times and some poems made me stop, wondering why they weren't edited out of the collection because thematically and strength wise, they weren't as strong as the others and really stood out.

Tremulous Hinge was a refreshing set of poetry. The author injects interesting questions and meaning into some of these poems. My favorite poem from this collection was the first one- Stutter. It has been written so beautifully.

This collection is full of poems with wistfulness and empathy. Apart from Stutter, a few other favorites were: "How the Light Is Spent", "The Opposite of Sugar". Although there are a few poems which just felt like fillers to me. However this collection is worth a read.

Reviewing poetry is challenging, as it is something I feel is extremely personal. What one person can connect to, another can’t. This collection was beautiful though; a heartfelt, stunning book. 

The imagery in all of the poems was wonderful and I found it thought-provoking. Whilst the writing wasn’t over the top, rather it was simplistic in some places, it created such images in my mind and covered a whole number of topics extremely well. It didn’t matter how simple the writing was in places, because it did what poetry should do; invoke feelings and thoughts.

There wasn’t a poem I didn’t like in this collection, they were all so wonderfully executed. The rhythm of the pieces worked perfectly to emphasise their meanings, as did the tone of the poems. They didn’t feel gimmicky or cliched, which I definitely appreciated. I also loved the word choices that the poet made - they created a poetry collection that is as insightful as it is elegant.

I would definitely recommend this poetry collection, as it covers a wide range of emotive topics and it is truly beautiful. It is easy to follow, but it remains apart from the new ‘tumblr’ poetry (I believe that’s how some people refer to it) that is so popular today. In other words, it uses regular poetry conventions (for contemporary poetry, that is), and the result is wonderful.

<p>(or wherein I once again prove that the parts of poetry which intrigue me may not be what I am supposed to be talking about)</p>

<p>You know what I really appreciated about <A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/19309645/book/141431630">Tremulous Hinge</a>: the layout of some of the poems. Like the indentation. Seriously. Or there'd be a thin poem, maybe only eight or nine spaces worth of letters on each line. Then each verse would be only lines long and it would be these little rectangles like a path down the page. </p>

<p>I can hear one of my high school English teacher's sarcasm right now: <i>That's what you think is important about poetry?</i></p>

<p>Yes. I mean, how do the poets know</p>

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; where to end lines and </p>

<p>how much to</p>

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;indent?</p>

<p>So I read <A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/19309645/book/141431630">Tremulous Hinge</a> and thought about that. The poems that were over a page were too long and could have been tightened. One poem mentioned a Catholic grandfather, which made me think of my Catholic grandfather. The poems felt working class, close houses, thin walls lacking insulation (I don't mean that in a negative way, because I read what I just wrote and it sounds super classist. I mean more like you felt you were walking through that sort of neighbourhood as you read the words; some of the poems drew the scene like a photograph). </p>

<p>I wonder how one becomes a poet. It's so different than how I see the world. Sometimes I feel like an alien when I read poetry. I didn't mind so much with <A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/19309645/book/141431630">Tremulous Hinge</a> though.</p>

<p><A href="https://www.librarything.com/work/19309645/book/141431630">Tremulous Hinge</a> by Adam Giannelli went on sale April 15, 2017.</p>

<p><small>I received a copy free from <a href="https://www.netgalley.com/">Netgalley</a> in exchange for an honest review.</small></p>

A very enjoyable collection by Giannelli, really strong work. I can't wait to see what what he puts out next.

Thanks for Netgalley and respective publisher.

It was quite touchy and simple poetry.
However, some phrases shows the real depth of the poetry and respective theme.
I've enjoyed throughout the whole book with its contented piece of words and sparkling of emotions in almost all phrases.
Some poems were extremely compelling, I had lost completely though they had shown my own emotions of past.

Few Great Lines-

* ""in the fog of forgetfulness they forgot fullness of fog""

* "The light isn;t only lit. The light
waves, the light sits and weights,the light houses
and the spot:
light : a shady node, coffee
and crackers, granite
skirted with leaf."

* "TOUCH me on the shoulder
and it means memory ;
touch me on the elbow,
and it means come follow-"

Something good here for national poetry month. But that might be where it ends.

Overall a nice atmosphere to the collection, but "Tremulous Hinge" makes it hard to latch on to a specific poem. The beginning I thought was much stronger, in fact, than the later poems, which seemed to pitter out as if from exhaustion. The style also got a bit unusual at times, the floating lines and jagged indentations coming across more random than anything else. One is left with a pleasant feeling after reading Giannelli's poems, if a bit confused and unsure of what the expected reaction or takeaway was.

Tremulous Hinge by Adam Giannelli is the winner of the 2016 Iowa Poetry Prize. Giannelli's poems have appeared in the Kenyon Review, New England Review, Ploughshares, FIELD, Yale Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Tremulous Hinge opens strong with the poem that sets the stage for the rest of the collection -- "Stutter." The poet recites all the things he couldn't say and in that mix comes:

since I can’t say everlasting
I say every
lost thing

He says other things for what he can't say. Ohio instead of Cleveland. He wants pistachio ice but takes the pronounceable hazelnut ice instead. There is a lost thing in not being able to say what you mean. But in writing, the words flow and through the rest of the collection, they flood the reader with wonder. There is an elegance in the written word and in being able to fully express one's self. Perhaps it is like the myth that losing one sense makes the other's more sensitive. His loss of expression in speech makes writing more graceful:

On the citronella candle, a flame glistens
like the tip of a paintbrush
dipped in amber.
It fans out, flattened in the wind,
brush on canvas—
~Sealevel

Reading the poems I had a feeling of reading Leaves of Grass. Not in the subject matter but in that feeling of getting lost in the words as they flowed by and their patterns. There is no formal structure in the writing, but it is unmistakably poetry.

Our love
appoints its kingdom,
but gravity does not elect
or refrain; it effects
its spell over hammer and feather
alike, pebble and petal,
so each at the same rate
falls.
~Gravity

The poet may speak with a tremulous voice but he writes with unwavering confidence. Giannelli's writing reminds the reader what poetry is about. Although sometimes hard to define, poetry still has its roots using language as an enchanted tool expanding words beyond their simple denotations. Tremulous Hinge is such a work. If it found its way into the hands of Whitman, Burke, Shelley, or Byron it would be instantly recognized as poetry. Easily the best poetry I have read this year.

"I never knew ecstasy could arrive at so many angles.'

This line perfectly encompassed my feelings as I fell through the words of Adam Giannelli, the winner of the Iowa Poetry Prize, in his new volume, Tremulous Hinge. I feel so many times as though I turned translucent and the words flowed through me naming me a million times. The author clearly bears a love for all English language and very much loves baring the sins and glories of such in every way that he can.

The images evoked by the words of his lines are enough to make one feel as thought they've, again, come to the time of their life where you are falling in to love, falling out of love, experiencing loneliness, death, the struggle to define what identity is and the path of how to find it, before, during, and after one does. This is gorgeous and it we find ourselves in the world and brings as, it's said best in Sealevell;

"Say it in one breath; home"


Thank you to Netgalley and University of Iowa Press for this advanced copy.