Directions to the Beach of the Dead
The words are redolent with his Cuban heritage: Marina making mole sauce; Tía Ida bitter over the revolution, missing the sisters who fled to Miami; his father, especially, “his hair once as black as the black of his oxfords…” Yet this is a volume for all who have longed for enveloping arms and words, and for that sanctuary called home. “So much of my life spent like this-suspended, moving toward unknown places and names or returning to those I know, corresponding with the paradox of crossing, being nowhere yet here.” Blanco embraces juxtaposition. There is the Cuban Blanco, the American Richard, the engineer by day, the poet by heart, the rhythms of Spanish, the percussion of English, the first-world professional, the immigrant, the gay man, the straight world. There is the ennui behind the question: why cannot I not just live where I live? Too, there is the precious, fleeting relief when he can write "…I am, for a moment, not afraid of being no more than what I hear and see, no more than this:..." It is what we all hope for, too.
“Takes the reader on a splendid journey through time, love, family, and heritage.” —Multicultural Review
“This heartfelt collection of poems is an endless pursuit of what we hope to become.” —Multicultural Review
"Directions to the Beach of the Dead is absolutely breathtaking and gorgeous in its quest for place, family, self-discovery. For all poetry lovers, this will be a difficult book to top." —Virgil Suarez
"Part travel diary and part journal in time, Directions to the Beach of the Dead takes Blanco into uncharted territory, emotionally as well as geographically, showcasing his great gift for the precise notation of sights, thoughts, and feelings. This book confirms Blanco's place as a strong and distinctive voice in American poetry. —Gustavo Perez Firmat