Published in Barrow Street, Winter 2004:
From Increase Rather Than Elegiac Reduction
While some poetry today is driven by a heart no vaster than a fad diet's portion of meat, Drummond 's seems propelled by one vaster than a mountain or a novice body builder's calf that is playing "Hardy" to a "Laurel" thigh. He delights in goat and satyr, rose and merganser. But whether the catalog of volitions, charms, and mysteries celebrated in this chapbookall artfully restrainedare sheened with affection or gratitude, there is always praise. "It's all a gift."
. . . We talk of character and arc
and when to prune and when to leave it be.
I counsel him with words he's given me:
"seek the song behind a letter's curve"
advice I heed each workday re-creating
logos at a bank (as much a novice at this task
as dad is as he shapes his "Say Goodbye").
Be it with an architect, typographer, or topographer's eye for proportions, Drummond exalts the meatyand the sublime.