THE INDIGNATION PARADE

A volume of poems focuses on the state of the world.

Violence, war, time, and mortality are recurring themes in this collection by Foksal, a Polish author and the founder of the literary magazine The Nonconformist. “In the Cellar” describes the seemingly forgotten contents of the titular room. He analyzes different kinds of rain and their implications in “Ode to the Trenches,” imagining the sky as a silent witness to humanity’s barbarism. “In the Beginning Was the End” transports readers to a prison cell. The author rails against the hypocrisy of the rich in one poem and contemplates the ambiguity of good and evil in another. He mourns the death of subtlety and yearns to be free of “the binary world” and its rules. In “Surface Tension,” the speaker struggles to recognize his reflection in various objects and, later, himself in the eyes of a woman. He seeks yet fails to find a connection with his partner in several poems. He describes feeling like “a shuttered house / or an island long shunned / in an archipelago / of masterful misery” in one poem and like a “a barren receptacle” in another. Memories seem to inform many poems, such as a clock tower that once hovered ominously over the speaker’s family and the empty seashells of summers past. Foksal effectively uses alliteration in lines like “a shortcut / you used to take, / located somewhere / between a fatigued / façade and a bench / bare.” He brings inanimate objects to life with his evocative descriptions, including an old bicycle “limping on one wheel,” a pile of potatoes “huddling in the corner,” and a coin that “tap-dances” on a bar. He depicts emotions in novel and effective ways: “At times I feel / the phantom of fear gallop / through my veins, / tenebrous and tight.” The one flaw of this striking and moving volume is the lack of a human presence; there are thoughts and feelings but few flesh-and-blood people in these poems.

A poignant, impressive, and pessimistic collection of poetry.