Moving the Bones

“Moving the Bones is bookended by thoughtful poems about love and immigration, art and loss.”

“Rick Barot’s superb new Moving the Bones measures the textures of one man’s moving interiority—an interiority, I should add, fully mindful of the world of others, from his Filipino ancestors to his family, lovers, neighbors, and fellow citizens. Central to his poetry is Barot’s ability to turn story into meditation, balancing clarities of both phrasing and form. Central to the book itself is Barot’s prose-poem sequence ‘During the Pandemic.’ This powerful suite comes precisely at the book’s midpoint, less interruption than inevitability, capturing the stillness and boredom of quarantine, our new habits borne of isolation and anxiety, and, of course, the gnawing fear of ‘what people thought they needed. Bread and bleach and guns.’ Moving the Bones is a piercing lyric account of what we’ve been living through—together, but alone—and what we continue to find fearful, fascinating, and beloved.”

“I read Moving the Bones heart quaking, humbled, and held in thrall by Rick Barot’s tender yet rigorous attention. An old lover’s marginalia, Rembrandt’s middle-aged self-portrait, mason jars filled with rice, gulls like scissors in flight: each and all are observed with the clear-eyed vision of prayer. But Barot is not merely investigating the spirit, he is engaging intimately with time—the objects, images, and bodies that make our time on earth so poignant and specific and, at the same time, measure mortal time’s brevity. Such patient, masterful looking—for Barot’s attention is above all visionary—testifies to the fearless intelligence and emotion of these poems. Moving the Bones is a book of great daring and even greater vulnerability.”

“The poems in Moving the Bones are restless and reflective, always suggesting the deep currents of a brilliant mind at work or the urgent intimacy of a whispered voice. Here, Barot mourns the passage of life, the irretrievability of the past, the vagaries of memory. Here, he offers the most exquisite and personal meditations on the pandemic, on isolation, and on ethical thought. ‘I sat / in that room,’ he tells us, ‘writing toward the bright / new world I am always trying / to write into.’ I am so glad he has taken us with him. Rick Barot is certainly one of the most gifted poets of his—of our—generation.”

“Rick Barot’s Moving the Bones, by one of our generation’s most skillful lyric poets, is a luminous tour de force that’s by turns metaphysical and mournful, exacting and hopeful. Anchored by a vertiginous centerpiece of thirty meditative prose poems written during the lockdown phase of the pandemic, these gems affirm that poems are both ‘a civic space and a lyric space at once,’ as they reckon with isolation, fear, protest, time, and desire. This book pulses with immense heart and intensity, offering careful attention to both the philosophical and the quotidian: ‘if you look at something / long enough, it will have something / to say to you.’ And even through difficulty and loss, Barot reminds us—‘You are here. You can begin again. You can rise.’”

“My wish for you, reader, is that you have enough time. Time to slowly savor Rick Barot’s new book of poems, Moving the Bones. Time to sit inside his loving embrace of the world. Time to cry if you need to, because of the tenderness these poems expose. Love and loss and landscapes of deepest longing—to be able to truly know these, as I do through Barot’s poems, feels like one of the great gifts of our time.”