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Biolamp
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20 April 2027
"Sometimes otherworldly, sometimes metaphysical, often breathy and prayerful, these elusive lyrics move through uneasy embodiment and oceanic consciousness, neither knowable without the other. Sweeney’s poems are porous islands of resolute openness, unclosed circuits of intimate lyric address that reach for their objects and beloveds without grasping or possession. In the provisional temporality of long poems titled 'Untils,' which are set in white type on black pages, Sweeney inverts 'categories of luminescence.' Until and within inevitable cataclysm, until and within the eclipse of hope, these poems make visible a negative space that nonetheless leaves open the possibility of tenderness, sustenance, and survival—of the intention 'to love the way a star loves, in a tense / that cannot be replicated, with unabsolved / ache for the heart of a distant planet / that can only result in explosion.' Illuminated by that distant heat, and by biolamps along the 'borderlands of yet,' these are poems of the persistence of life and light." —B.K. Fischer, author of Ceive
"Intimate and haunting, Dennis James Sweeney’s Biolamp is a climate lament teeming with ghostly ecologies. As I read, I could see our extractive relationships with Earth in a mythic light. Each poem is urgent, present, but also resonant with voices from deep time. You’ll find 'mythed water,' 'sun in a cup to drink,' and a world—our world—where '[t]rees close in like letters to themselves,' and 'the dead swim tirelessly / In rings around the wet earth.' A gorgeous and timely collection." —Danielle Vogel, author of A Library of Light