'This is probably the best book to come out this year. Not only is
this the most beautifully bound book of poetry I think I've ever
seen, but Thom Satterlee is obviously a master at his craft' -
Suite101.com. 'Thom Satterlee has fashioned a new genre, a
contemporary hagiography in verse, primarily narrative but seasoned
with lyric occasion. ""Burning Wyclif"" offers a deeply personal,
word-savoring vision of a word-afflicted man, with the paradox and
mystery one would expect of the life of a heretic and saint' -
Scott Cairns, author of ""Compass of Affection: New & Selected
Poems"". 'For its lyrical but authoritative evocations of a
passionate scholars works and days, and for its formful
penetrations into the Word itself the sound and sense/we made in
that language/before languages. Thom Satterlees ""Burning Wyclif""
is a remarkable book, first or otherwise, inspired and earned' -
William Heyen. 'These poems shine with the desire of a medieval
priest. How strange. Yet the book illuminates his conundrums so
fiercely that they become ours. Thom Satterlee speaks through the
character of Wyclif with such concentrated intelligence, passion,
and humor that while I was reading, the historical man seemed to be
standing in the room beside me' - Jeanne Murray Walker. 'Most of us
recognize the name John Wyclif and associate it with the
translation of the Latin Vulgate Bible into English. Admirers will
add that Wyclif was one of the most prominent philosophers and
theologians of the second half of the fourteenth century. Others
will call him heretic for his condemnation of what he saw as
corruption in the Catholic Church and especially for his attack on
the Churchs doctrine of transubstantiation. If we want to know the
facts of Wyclifs life, we can consult an encyclopedia or biography.
If we want to know John Wyclif, and maybe ourselves, we should read
Thom Satterlees poetry collection ""Burning Wyclif""' - Robert A.
Fink, from the Introduction ""Burning Wyclif"". Sometimes you have
to raise the body up to burn it down. So it was with Wyclif, who
rested forty-two years under chancel stone condemned by the Papacy,
protected by the Crown. Finally, a bishop came with a few men,
spades, shovels, a horse and cart. By then, not much was left of
Wyclifhair and skin gone, his bones slipped out of place inside the
simple alb they'd buried him in. The bishop gathered what he could.
Beside the River Swift, he lit a pile of wood and tossed the bones
on one at a time, cursing the heretic from limb to limb.
Afterwards, they shoveled ash into the water and no one even
thought the word martyr. Thom Satterlee is assistant professor of
English at Taylor University in Upland, Indiana, and advisor for
the universitys student literary magazine, Parnassus. His poetry
has appeared in ""Alaska Quarterly Review"", ""Image"", ""Southwest
Review"", and ""The Southern Review"" and has been selected for
""Poetry Daily"".
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