LOST HOROSCOPE is a grand poem of loss, healing and recovery in the Covid times by Himalayan poet Yuyutsu Sharma. The title poem captures, in words of American poet James Ragan, "an enlarged memory of his childhood and his creative will to recover and rediscover what healing eternal truths lay, lost and buried in our collective unconscious decades and centuries ago."
"The world-renowned Himalayan poet" --The Guardian
"Like 'globes of light' along a narrow path through 'blind night, ' these syncopating couplets offer neither escape nor absolution, but something more tangible for 'bleary-eyed wanderers': Company along the way."--Charles Bernstein
"Yuyutsu Sharma should be known as The Himalayan Neruda"--Mike Graves
"Yuyutsu Sharma is one of the finest poets on planet earth"--American poet Sean Thomas Dougherty, author of The Second O of Sorrow
"I feel unable to praise Yuyutsu Sharma's new collection adequately. I think of Whitman, Neruda, Lorca. Sharma is a fever and river, at moments a rhapsody and the gods sing through him even his workshop is messy. Yuyutsu Sharma should be known as The Himalayan Neruda not only for the torrents of images and compassion and outrage in his poetry but for the range of his subjects, themes and imagery. Reading him I feel as I do when reading Neruda that he could make first rate poetry out of anything, as he ranges like a vartic voice of the Himalayas through the natural beauties of Nepal and cities of the world."--Mike Graves, American poet and teacher, City University of New York, author of A Prayer for the Less Violent Offenders
"A mini epic of recovered and enlarged memory."--Robert Scotto, Author of Imagined Secrets
"There's a brilliance in the mind of the poet whose imagination created this gem of a poem out of the 'crumpled calendar of chaos, ' aptly called the Lost Horoscope. I was hypnotically immersed in the structure of steps that each stanza offered, hurling the reader down into memory, into the 'wingless realm of illogical proclamations' and the resultant 'wasteful heap of despair, ' while seeking 'solace, sleep, and salvation' to arrive at the epiphany that 'perhaps all those prophesies were true.' Like an Eliot poem, to gain the enlightenment inherent in this poem, you must read the poem again to capture the nuance and metaphysics of the allusions connecting each image, each stanza, to recover the revelatory 'medley of omens' leading to the abyss of 'imminent doom.' One must journey, 'sight fractured, ' through the 'moldy world of rickety realities'--typhoid, covid--while 'humming the prayers, drenched in the Monsoon showers of the Himalayan valleys rolling in the world of spirits and sages.' Like the poet, one must risk the life of his creative will to recover and rediscover what healing eternal truths lay, lost and buried in our collective unconscious decades and centuries ago ... a magnificent sight-healing journey."--James Ragan, the Emerson Poetry Prize, NEA Fellowship, the Swan Foundation Humanitarian Award
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