Barry Adams, Professor Emeritus, Department of English, Cornell University
Curtin's Kerry Dancers steps into and out of family memory, "picking at scabs / so the blood comes through, shared" ("Family"). Through internal rhyme, similes, and his masterly control of language, Curtin balances lyric with everyday speech and "bends remembrance to love" ("Da"). Love is a heartbeat keeping time throughout the book. We, as readers, feel that bond, want to be caught in the ballad, the hornpipe, the reel-want to be pulled into the dance.
Susan Roney-O'Brien, educator and poet; author of Thira, Bone Circle, and several other poetry collections
With poems exquisitely-crafted and a bit of an Irish lilt, Curt Curtin's Kerry Dancers transports us back to his childhood in South Boston during the early part of the last century. Like a necromancer in verse, he resurrects Ma, Da, Aunt Nora McGonagle, Katie, and other members and friends of the family (characters as fully-fleshed as in any novel), with such affection and loving detail, we feel this family is our very own. And we can't help but experience a twinge of genuine homesickness for this place, and its people, by the time we turn the last page.
Paul Szlosek, poet; author of The Farmer's Son
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