The Human Part

Randy Blythe’s poems wend their way through personal, historical, regional, philosophical, aesthetic, familial, and spiritual landscapes, and in doing so echo a larger search for how and where liberation might be found, except that the deliverance Blythe’s poems conjure at is not what one might expect. Through grit and laughter, the poems level a cold eye at discovering what the true human part is, who we really are beyond the Walmart life we settle for. The result is at times amusing, at times unsettling, often querulous. A sense persists throughout that the good and bad, the laughter and pain we share are inevitable and integral to some end, but what end eludes us. These poems don’t go for easy answers because there are none. At the same time, in language and subject matter, the poems themselves are readily accessible, their upshot often a species of clear-eyed joy. Their call is meant for those driven to explore, top to bottom, the heavens and dungeons of the project we understand as being, where we are bound to find nothing if not ourselves.