Compass Bearing

Per W stberg's poems move through landscape and memory recreating neighborhoods, houses and docks in sharp detail while at the same time contemplating invisible forces: Time's bones are brittle and the cold bath house in a deplorable state. Insurance for longhorn beetle not paid. The cuckoo calls from a large saucepan. Under a thinned sky we dip into sweetness of overripe fruit. The self-analytical shadows pass over the spirit level's blind eye. The poems track the interior of the self as well as imagined lives of others through time, through childhood, youth, love and death. Yet they give no easy determination of place, no simplistic discovery of direction. Even the process of dying is closely and slowly observed in advance, both the physicality ("Like when you let go of a load of wood and pull off an icy glove") and the ineff able ("But the alphabet still glows, like asteroids over the expanses of snow"). Compass Bearing presents twenty of W stberg's poems in translation selected from his 2004 collection, Tillbaka i tid ("back in time"), poems that span more than five decades.