Praise for Hanging Out in the Ordinary:
This splendid second volume of Tilly Shaws poetry confirms her particular gift for finding the
extraordinary in the seemingly ordinary and also her mental delight in living and exploring that moment.
She examines the physical reality of her body whether it is her failing eyesight uneasy novelty of/what
creeps in unbidden/harbinger of the darkening or swimming into a school of anchovies
a wavering dream of eyes/and silent parting bodies.
Audrey Stanley, founder of Shakespeare Santa Cruz
Inside Hanging Out in the Ordinarythe last collection of poems by
Tilly Washburn Shaware poems and lines that will stay with us forever. They reflect Shaws extraordinary
gift for detail, her joy at riffling for berries, reaching/carelessly under leaves, intermingling/naked fingers,
and also a life familiar with love, friendship, regret, sorrow and alonenessreplete with words up against/wordlessness
circling between us and the old worn ways of wanting. This collection offers us the gentle, disarming
wisdom of a poet who bravely acknowledges hot its difficult the way Im hones and reveals
Shaw at her breathtaking finest.
George Lober, author of A Bridge to There
The title of this book is perfect. Shaw has been rightly praised for what may be a poets
greatest gift: to be astonished by whats ordinary (an old lawn mower, Ben and J. ice cream,
a dish of butter covered by a silver fox), but such items are de-familiarized, as if known for the first time.
Tilly embraces multitudes: a deaf mute who hears everything anyway through the bones/only quieter;
an artist who spends long hours drawing in the sand
discovering he has more of everything to/give
knowing it will soon be taken. With economy, dignity, and restraint, Shaws poems embrace a world
of constriction and convalescence, its social algebra, and do so with compassion. Her own trials
are transmuted by language that goes straight to the heart with new/sweets of enlargement.
William Minor, author of The Inherited Heart: An American Memoir