A Snowfire Not Born(e) Again

A Snowfire Not Born(e) Again is a kind of myth lingo that maps new forms, like constellations in the sky we didn’t know were there before. A mysterious familiarity pervades Matthew Goethe’s first book. It has to do with traces of things, forgotten histories lingering invisibly in a small Southern town. This is what happens when you walk the whispering streets and tap on lightposts with an old stick: symbols recur in the alleys, on the oak branches, in the mind, through language. Goethe has assembled a compelling catalogue of these impressions, a sculpted litany of questions for reality. These are phonics set out to pasture, free ranging, disowned, untethered from association. You’ve heard this one before? Listen closer…critters slip up the unused part of your consciousness to gnaw on your house and cry. Such is this fever. ‘Tis the season.Hear the song with several other songs within. That is the delight of letting these words ring through your head. This here is a kaleidoscope ever unfolding new ways to encounter what we thought we knew by heart.