{"id":11616,"date":"2021-12-02T12:22:39","date_gmt":"2021-12-02T19:22:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/?p=11616"},"modified":"2021-12-02T12:22:39","modified_gmt":"2021-12-02T19:22:39","slug":"the-home-we-never-leave-by-don-gutteridge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/?p=11616","title":{"rendered":"The Home We Never Leave by Don Gutteridge"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"11617\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/?attachment_id=11617\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/no_image_book.jpg?fit=1205%2C1843&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1205,1843\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"no_image_book\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/no_image_book.jpg?fit=670%2C1024&amp;ssl=1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/no_image_book.jpg?resize=168%2C256&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-11617\" width=\"168\" height=\"256\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Simply but powerfully expressed, a visceral collection\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gutteridge writes beautifully about adolescent sexuality, old memories, loneliness, and love in his latest, a collection of free verse poems. The first few poems, indicates Guttridge\u2019s keen interest in literature and memorializing, echoed in \u201cChaucer,\u201d \u201cWordsworth,\u201d \u201cByron,\u201d \u201cDonne.\u201d In &#8220;Beowulf,\u201d he writes: &#8220;Nobody now remembers\/ \u201cBeowulf\u2019s\u201d bard, that\/ Anglo-Saxon dreamer\/ who hatched a poem heroic\/ on parchment for posterity\u2019s\/ pleasure, and gave us Grendel\/ and his Mam and Hrothgar\u2019s\/ harrowed hall in sturdy\/ uniambic verse, lit with\/ alliterative lustre and kindled\/ by kennings to moisten the memory\/ of the Teuton-tongued\/ Troubadour,\/ chanting in stanzas.\u201d He ably constructs a flowing personal narrative through memories of his childhood and youth as well as love, loss, and grief. Pain of losing a loved one to death and longing prove a powerful motif throughout. In \u201cMystical,\u201d \u201cCollision, and\u201d \u201cAh, Love,\u201d Gutteridge recalls his wife Anne: \u201cIn one small, windowed\/ room, with sunshine on the sill\/ by day and moonglow\/ blooming by night, we lay\/ as lovers have lain ever.\u201d In \u201cMiraculous\u201d and \u201cCat\u2019s Meow,\u201d the poems written in his grandson Tom\u2019s memories, the images grow more painful, \u201cand what I didn\u2019t know\/ then was that such miraculous\/ moments would keep me enthralled\/ for thirty-five years,\/ until Death robbed us both:\/ you of breath and me\/ of miracles.\u201d However, there is plentiful lightheartedness across the collection, too, most of it derived from memories of childhood and adolescence (\u201cUnaltered\u201d), while the poems such as \u201cNightmare,\u201d \u201cGlories,\u201d \u201cTwo for Marybelle\u201d delve into the lusts and passions of boyhood. These elegant, tender poems offer insight into love, recollections, and a life well-lived and enjoyed, while giving the reader plenty of depth and beauty to carry into their minds. With superbly crafted poems that engage the past, Gutteridge delivers another soulful collection that will stay on readers\u2019 minds long after they turn the last page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-large-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>The Home We Never Leave<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">By Don Gutteridge<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Coming soon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Simply but powerfully expressed, a visceral collection\u2026 Gutteridge writes beautifully about adolescent sexuality, old memories, loneliness, and love in his latest, a collection of free verse poems. The first few poems, indicates Guttridge\u2019s keen interest in literature and memorializing, echoed in \u201cChaucer,\u201d \u201cWordsworth,\u201d \u201cByron,\u201d \u201cDonne.\u201d In &#8220;Beowulf,\u201d he writes: &#8220;Nobody now remembers\/ \u201cBeowulf\u2019s\u201d bard, that\/ Anglo-Saxon dreamer\/ who hatched a poem heroic\/ on parchment for posterity\u2019s\/ pleasure, and gave us Grendel\/ and his Mam and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":145610851,"featured_media":11617,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_seo_schema_type":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_wpcom_ai_launchpad_first_post":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"{title}\n\n{excerpt}\n\n{url}","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[],"tags":[91,3328,178,1136176,422,1473,856121,309,349],"class_list":["post-11616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","tag-blogging","tag-book-reviews","tag-books","tag-indie-books","tag-poetry","tag-reading","tag-review-website","tag-reviews","tag-writing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pajKJn-31m","amp_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/no_image_book.jpg?fit=1205%2C1843&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11616","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/145610851"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11616"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11619,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11616\/revisions\/11619"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11617"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theprairiesbookreview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}