Verge, my first full-length collection of poems, is now available from Free Verse Editions. Notice the cover's festive holiday colors, and think how aesthetically pleasing a stocking-stuffer it would make for that special poet in your life.
Here's what a few thoughtful friends and fellow poets have to say about the poems inside:
With Verge, Morgan Lucas Schuldt voices a radical corporality, raw-nerved and searing, in sleight-of-language play and pure sound as deft and inventive as that of Joyce and Mallarmé. This is a rare and profound achievement: the body at the level of the phoneme, a gestural and musical dance of flesh, and an altogether new work.
In the tradition of Jacques Roubaud’s Some Thing Black and Stan Brakhage’s The Act of Seeing with One’s Own Eyes, Morgan Lucas Schuldt’s Verge is a concise and unsettling ride along the boundary between life and death. Through careful lyric gestures and Joycian guttural utterances, Schuldt’s poems linger at the verges of the body and the breath, all along reminding the reader that the language of poetry depends upon our “meat-leased” fragile corporeal forms.
With its ceaseless invention, root-play, and wit, Morgan Lucas Schuldt's Verge paces a vaulting "overtakelessness." It is a fast shining careen, affirming "meanings sing us" in its swervings.
For a book of beautiful sounds, this book knows many things. It knows that in our engagement with mortality, joy and what we are "merely" must win out over all of the seductive illusions. Schuldt writes his way into the poetic record through a rich lexical pond (Hopkins, Woolf, Celan). Here phonemes break to refine, twist to fly.