The Old Current: Poems
Brad Leithauser
เบก.เบ. 2025 ยท Penguin Random House Audio ยท เบเบฑเบเบเบฒเบเปเบเบ Brad Leithauser
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MacArthur Fellowshipโwinning poet Brad Leithauser returns with his first new collection in more than a decade, a collection that recalls the delicacy and intimacy of his early, award-winning volumes, and embraces the wisdom of age.
As snappy as a dinner jacketโs red silk lining, as appealing as a piano interlude in jazz, Brad Leithauserโs robust felicity is a balm in grim times. Itโs also the perfect vehicle for nostalgia, regret, and surprise, forces that animate his first collection in more than a decade. By turns laugh-out-loud funny and deeply thoughtful, this collection balances wisdom and practicality, as with deft care Leithauser easily, often unexpectedly, juggles off-rhymes and old forms and new.
The book unfolds like a five-act play, moving from chattier poems to dramatic denouements. In the collectionโs two โDarkerโ sections, we meet folks learning to say goodbye, from a three-year-oldโs cry โI love you so loudโ (โA Young Farewellโ) to a reckoning with words formed โForty-Five Years On.โ Time presses in continually. In โAbroadโ and โAt Home,โ the author shows us himself, in younger form: sixty-six, then twenty-seven, catapulted back in memory to Tokyo by a single bite of food (โThe Old Currentโ). Then, eight, and awed to remember the beauty of a lone jet overhead. With Updikean wordplay he recalls: โPorch steps, sunset; a warm, gathering gloom. / Behind me, five lives: two parents plus the three / Brothers with whom I share my roomโ (โA Single Flightโ).
As Leithauser takes the measure of a world expanding behind him, he manages to become weightless, freer, wild again. He also refuses to give up second chances. In the โLighterโ interlude, we chance upon โIcarus and His Kid Brother.โ Weโre treated to dactyls and lively quatrains, a sloppy kiss thatโs not quite bliss, musings on sobriety, and what comes to pass when โlife turns lickerish and liquoryโ (โDouble Dactyls,โ โSix Quatrains,โ โThe Muses,โ and โKisses After Novocaineโ). The energies yoked within Leithauserโs formalism overflow formality.
Often elegiac and yet packed with humor, contemplative, consoling, and informed by the soul of a storyteller, Brad Leithauserโs latest book of poetry is a warming, enrapturing read that returns us to the ebbs and flows of lifeโs shores. โIโm sixty-six,โ the author writes, โand could anything / Reliably be more heartening / Than stray hints that lifeโs brightest events. / Are, however far-flung, strung / Along a long old current?โ
As snappy as a dinner jacketโs red silk lining, as appealing as a piano interlude in jazz, Brad Leithauserโs robust felicity is a balm in grim times. Itโs also the perfect vehicle for nostalgia, regret, and surprise, forces that animate his first collection in more than a decade. By turns laugh-out-loud funny and deeply thoughtful, this collection balances wisdom and practicality, as with deft care Leithauser easily, often unexpectedly, juggles off-rhymes and old forms and new.
The book unfolds like a five-act play, moving from chattier poems to dramatic denouements. In the collectionโs two โDarkerโ sections, we meet folks learning to say goodbye, from a three-year-oldโs cry โI love you so loudโ (โA Young Farewellโ) to a reckoning with words formed โForty-Five Years On.โ Time presses in continually. In โAbroadโ and โAt Home,โ the author shows us himself, in younger form: sixty-six, then twenty-seven, catapulted back in memory to Tokyo by a single bite of food (โThe Old Currentโ). Then, eight, and awed to remember the beauty of a lone jet overhead. With Updikean wordplay he recalls: โPorch steps, sunset; a warm, gathering gloom. / Behind me, five lives: two parents plus the three / Brothers with whom I share my roomโ (โA Single Flightโ).
As Leithauser takes the measure of a world expanding behind him, he manages to become weightless, freer, wild again. He also refuses to give up second chances. In the โLighterโ interlude, we chance upon โIcarus and His Kid Brother.โ Weโre treated to dactyls and lively quatrains, a sloppy kiss thatโs not quite bliss, musings on sobriety, and what comes to pass when โlife turns lickerish and liquoryโ (โDouble Dactyls,โ โSix Quatrains,โ โThe Muses,โ and โKisses After Novocaineโ). The energies yoked within Leithauserโs formalism overflow formality.
Often elegiac and yet packed with humor, contemplative, consoling, and informed by the soul of a storyteller, Brad Leithauserโs latest book of poetry is a warming, enrapturing read that returns us to the ebbs and flows of lifeโs shores. โIโm sixty-six,โ the author writes, โand could anything / Reliably be more heartening / Than stray hints that lifeโs brightest events. / Are, however far-flung, strung / Along a long old current?โ
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Poet, novelist, essayist, BRAD LEITHAUSER is the author of eighteen previous books, most recently Rhymeโs Rooms: The Architecture of Poetry. He is a former theater critic for Time, and the recipient of numerous awards, including a MacArthur Fellowship and a Guggenheim Fellowship. In 2005, he was inducted into the Order of the Falcon by the president of Iceland. A former professor in the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University, he lives in Amherst, Massachusetts.
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