Winner of the 2011 A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize from BOA Editions, Ltd.:
"The Stick Soldiers"
Praise for The Stick Soldiers
Winner of the 2008 Wick Student Chapbook Competition:
"So, How Was the War?"
Praise for So, How Was the War?
Hugh Martin’s poems navigate the psychological terrain of war and its aftereffects. They offer insights into the soldier’s journey—filled with visions of sand storms and beheadings and hashish, ziplock bags full of Lifesavers given to Iraqi children. These poems also study the war that veterans carry home—to the surreal landscape of the Atlanta airport, pawn shops and liquor stores and Sharky’s Gentlemen’s Club, the bedrooms in the suburbs of America. Martin’s poems stand as a reminder that within the anonymity of the uniform there lives a human being.
--Brian Turner, author of Here, Bullet
Hugh Martin’s poems are a deceptively cool jazz structure of survival by observation, and they reach us, or rather reach into us: they come in through doors that human beings keep leaving open but which we wish they would close. Intimate and public both, Martin’s are the beginnings of the next generation of poems that carry difficult news in them, poems born from the now new-century wars. Simply calling these efforts war poems is a mistake, in that they push beyond war and rise to the level of human connection, as the best war poems so often do. There is substance here, even and especially when it tells us that war—horrible as it often is, and boring as it mostly is—has not yet found the tools to teach us. Or else, we do not have the tools to listen. One speaker, in fact, has to remind himself, “this is real. This is real.” As these poems demonstrate, we would do well to remind ourselves as well.
"The Stick Soldiers"
Praise for The Stick Soldiers
This
is as good as first books get… the idea that poetry can invest and transport in
terms of an unlikely experience is now almost lost. Nineteenth century readers
of poetry would queue up for blocks in front of the book-stalls of London
publishers. Please now look at the games our children play off computer screens
and ask, How can war be an unlikely experience for anyone in our culture?
Hugh Martin has an answer for us.
--Norman Dubie
I
am glad and made better by having Hugh Martin’s version of the war in these
poems, especially for their unabashed intimacy.
But they are more importantly brilliantly muted poems,
illustrative of the dullness that overcomes most soldiers in war; a necessary
numbing of the senses that allows the temporary survival of trauma. To accomplish this difficult task and take on
the responsibility of speaking for the dead and the maimed demands a finely
tuned and selfless sense of craft, and that is abundant in these poems as well,
with the poet’s subtle regard for a wide variety of figures of speech
powerfully driven by the facts of war.
Overall The Stick Soldiers is
a wonderfully unconscious account of the terrible transformative power of war;
poem by poem it is a sharply focused consideration of the place of our
humanness in war. This is the poetry of
witness in its finest and most genuine form and it is, whether we like it or
not, necessary for our survival.
--Bruce Weigl
--Bruce Weigl
Here’s eleven months worth of sawdust and sweat, dear reader. Somehow, Hugh Martin has
wrung poetry from a scab, and now, the full shock and beauty and mystery of the
things of war that won’t let go will stick to you.
--Cornelius Eady
--Cornelius Eady
Winner of the 2008 Wick Student Chapbook Competition:
"So, How Was the War?"
Praise for So, How Was the War?
Hugh Martin’s poems navigate the psychological terrain of war and its aftereffects. They offer insights into the soldier’s journey—filled with visions of sand storms and beheadings and hashish, ziplock bags full of Lifesavers given to Iraqi children. These poems also study the war that veterans carry home—to the surreal landscape of the Atlanta airport, pawn shops and liquor stores and Sharky’s Gentlemen’s Club, the bedrooms in the suburbs of America. Martin’s poems stand as a reminder that within the anonymity of the uniform there lives a human being.
--Brian Turner, author of Here, Bullet
Hugh Martin’s poems are a deceptively cool jazz structure of survival by observation, and they reach us, or rather reach into us: they come in through doors that human beings keep leaving open but which we wish they would close. Intimate and public both, Martin’s are the beginnings of the next generation of poems that carry difficult news in them, poems born from the now new-century wars. Simply calling these efforts war poems is a mistake, in that they push beyond war and rise to the level of human connection, as the best war poems so often do. There is substance here, even and especially when it tells us that war—horrible as it often is, and boring as it mostly is—has not yet found the tools to teach us. Or else, we do not have the tools to listen. One speaker, in fact, has to remind himself, “this is real. This is real.” As these poems demonstrate, we would do well to remind ourselves as well.
--Alberto Rios
These precise, plain-spoken poems are limned by a
subtle music, not tomention a lyric grace that is never over-played. For in a world as harsh as this one, a world delimited by war, beauty is as
appalling as it is necessary. Hugh
Martin’s great achievement is to remind us of this necessity, and to assert the power of poetry as witness
and as solace. This is an
extraordinary and important collection.
--James Harms
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