THE LOST NOTEBOOKS OF JUAN SWEENEY FORKLIFT BOOKS
The mythical sage Juan Sweeney dances back and forth in time and language in Wolf’s Milk, an inventive poetic fantasy that playfully explores serious themes with a curiosity both delicate and bold. These poems, presented in Spanish and English, draw the reader in for a second look and extended contemplation. —World Literature Today
Who is Juan Sweeney? He is that which provides light where there once was darkness, provides sweetness to complement the sour, humor and merriment to assuage pain. He is the beauty of myth itself—as Chad Sweeney makes abundantly clear. —Rain Taxi
Chad Sweeney’s poems are matryoshka dolls of imagination: strangeness inside longing inside charm. Relentlessly figurative, they read as dreamscapes and translations: if the human soul has peripheral vision, these poems are what it sees. And gentleness, gentleness abounds here and makes the point of fancy to unite, to bring one thing beside another and build a home of their touch. —Bob Hicok
The poems in Chad Sweeney's new book view the world through strangely faceted eyes (perhaps those of a dragonfly)—actually they behold it, and as such they display a dazzling Rumiesque ecstasy, one that holds the reader as rapt as the creator of these poems is held by Creation. At any rate he is a shaman presiding over—of all things—the wedding of simplicity and sophistication. —Mary Ruefle
The poetry of Chad Sweeney is exuberant, imagistic and prophetic. It locates a "critical moment" of the ineffable that would be inexpressible, had it not been so beautifully expressed.
With keen perception, seamless shifts in tone, musicality, and figures at once precise and expansive, Sweeney probes the individual’s attempt to structure and sustain a sane and grounded life . . . while exploring the power of language to tell and to heal.
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AN ARCHITECTURE BLAZEVOX BOOKS
In “An Architecture,” Chad Sweeney reveals himself to be a Frank Gehry of language: making an overwhelming but coherent form [where] the world swells with meaning . . . . And within the violent changes that he
so precisely records, there are moments of rest and deep regard for what is passing. The poem is an elegy for the world in all its beauty and disturbing variety. —Maxine Chernoff
In Sweeney’s swift architecture, memory assumes the power of imagination, and language becomes a platform for the mind’s multiplicity: ‘I speak, therefore I are.’ Sweeney, as Vitruvius before him, makes architecture the sister-discipline of music.