Midway through James Cihlars splendid Rancho Nostalgia youll find some advice: Keep reaching into the past / to grab something new. One of the great wonders of this book full of wonders is that Cihlar follows his own instruction so brilliantly.MoreMidway through James Cihlars splendid Rancho Nostalgia youll find some advice: Keep reaching into the past / to grab something new. One of the great wonders of this book full of wonders is that Cihlar follows his own instruction so brilliantly.
Whether invoking scenes from classic movies or from the poets own life, the results are poignant, complex, and full of bracing insights. These poems feel like theyre being projected from a beguiling, not-quite-familiar place somewhere behind us, close to the border, where / the light is good. -Mark BibbinsJames Cihlars poems in Rancho Nostalgia contain the twisted love of a stage mom and the nervous energy of an Oscar Show producer.
Heres a cinephilic poet who can pretty much direct anything, even the transformation of Sherlock Holmes into a wharf rat. Of course, Cihlar cant shut off his camera. A womans face is the Wrigley building lit at night. Teddy Roosevelt and Winston Churchill are rag dolls in the futures toy box. And Cihlars alter ego parades down Wall Street wearing a diadem of wheat. At one point, he flatly says, Inspiration comes when we dont want it. Lucky for us he has the conviction to be willfully misguided. Every page in this book possesses at least one tiny miracle.
-Steve FellnerYou know the marquee, the one above that closed and chained movie palace you still pass every time you visit your hometown, hoping it has been resurrected. If you managed to get inside, youd feel as if you were drifting in and out of someones noir scrapbook, which also housed scratched glossies and faded lobby cards from Hollywoods golden age.
Rancho Nostalgias title should be spelled out with an achingly incomplete alphabet on that dark marquee. In this engagingly surreal collection of poems, Jim Cihlar has produced what weve been secretly yearning for. Hes located the keys to that movie palace, shaped the absent letters, replaced the projector bulbs, and polished the lenses clean-but not too clean.
When you take your seat and watch the smoky images begin to move on screen, youll feel the bittersweet tug of our collective irretrievable pasts. -Eric Gansworth