The Blue Tower by Tomaz Salamun

By Tomaz Salamun
The paintings of this “eminent, still-wild spirit of important Europe” (Publishers Weekly) keeps to impress. In The Blue Tower, language is remade with tenderness and abandon: “Rommel was once kissing heaven’s dainty arms and but / from his plane above the Sahara my uncle / Rafko Perhauc nonetheless blew him to bits.” there's an effervescence and a feeling of freedom to Tomaž Salamun’s poetry that has made him an notion to successive generations of yankee poets, “a poetic bridge among outdated ecu roots and the yank adventure” (Associated Press). Trivial and huge, attractive and ugly, therapeutic, ferocious, mad: The Blue Tower is a necessary volume.