Out of memory's dreamlike whoosh, Adam Kirsch fixes scenes of his Californian boyhood in flowing blank verse, holding each cameo up to the light then setting it back down with 'the reckless joy of getting rid.' Most moving are the child's deep misgivings about a world he can only begin to know in fits and starts, the unnerving self-doubt that resolves itself into poetry. This is an artist's coming-of-age for the ages. It took my breath away. -David Yezzi, author of Black Sea
'There is no I,' writes Adam Kirsch, 'to be born or die.' His new collection takes the stuff of selfhood-memories, longings, disappointments-and gives them 'a decent burial in words.' It is an autobiography, a farewell, and a reckoning, best illuminated by his own culminating image of a bonfire-or, perhaps, a funeral pyre-incinerating the fond vestiges of childhood and adolescence. Each act of disposal is an act of composition, and in these poems, Kirsch composes the years of his life into treasures. -Amit Majmudar, author of What He Did in Solitary
The Discarded Life is a wonderfully seaworthy and streamlined vessel that carries us capably through the treacherous straits of youth and the pensive, open seas of adulthood. -Leslie Monsour,
The Los Angeles Review of Books
Kirsch writes poetry that is self-effacing but not abject, whose formal audacity is undercut by its sense of perspective. The poet's mind, Kirsch seems to suggest, grows when it knows its limits.-Anahid Nersessian, The New York Review of Books