Publication Date:  February 1, 2018
Paperback, 80 pages
ISBN:  978-1-937968-40-3
Booksellers:  Available from
Small Press Distribution
Richard Carr grew up in Blue Earth,
Minnesota, and now lives in Minneapolis.

His writing has appeared in
Poetry East, Exquisite
, New Letters, Painted Bride Quarterly,
and many other journals.

His chapbooks include
Our Blue Earth (Texas
Review Press),
Butterfly and Nothingness (a
poetry hypertext published by Mudlark), and
Letters from North Prospect (winner of the
Frank Cat Press Poetry Chapbook Award).

His full-length poetry collections are
(Broadstone Books),
Grave Reading (Unsolicited
Lucifer (Logan House Press), Dead Wendy
(FutureCycle Press),
Imperfect Prayers (Steel Toe
One Sleeve (Evening Street Press), Ace
(Word Works Books),
Honey (Gival Press), Street
s (Backwaters Press), and Mister Martini
(University of North Texas Press).
How entirely appropriate that Richard Carr should give the title character of his new
poetry collection,
Fitzpatrick, a name so rich in historical associations of scandal and
transgression.  For while we never meet this Rabelaisian artist in person, he fills our
imagination through the impressions he leaves on those who know him best—his
bartender, his friend (also described as a "bastard"), and his wife—and through his
artwork in which the world depicted mirrors the mind of its creator.  

With an astonishing efficiency in these brief narrative poetic sketches (and perhaps a
new genre of "imaginary ekphrasis" in the descriptions of Fitzpatrick's paintings),
Carr has created a fully realized and larger than life personality, with his
iron tank
of a belly, drinking whiskey like a common man but happy if he painted, the real
who with a breath could blow the lights of a great city...into darkness in his
passing.  In these poems, Fitzpatrick takes his place alongside the great artists
conjured out of literary imagination (Joyce Cary's Gully Jimson and Iris Murcoch's
Otto Narraway come to mind, among a host of others).  The barroom setting of many
of these poems recalls as well the many real artists who have debated art and life into
the night and day again in cafés and taverns (the urban subjects of Fitzpatrick's
paintings suggest he would have been at home in turbulent postwar bohemian New

Most importantly, by framing his subject the way he does, Carr raises a crucial
question:  What evidence is there of our existence, except through the impressions
we leave on others, and the work we leave behind?

It's a heavy question, one deserving a beer while we contemplate it.  Come in, have a
seat at the bar, and meet a character you will not soon forget.

Praise for Fitzpatrick:

"In Richard Carr’s newest collection of poetry,
Fitzpatrick, Joyce’s Bloom—reincar-
nated as a painter for whom light has 'crashed through the windows'—is presented,
for our amusement and, perhaps, our edification, through the lens of his bartender, his
'bastard' of a drinking buddy, his wife, and, most clearly perhaps, his paintings them-
Fitzpatrick is an elaborate poetic shell game, the aim of the search being the
mystery and nature of art.

         —George Looney, author of
Meditations Before the Windows Fail

"Fitzpatrick is full of characters readers might swear they know by name: the
bartender, the bastard friend, the wife. They circle the man described as 'godlike,
flawed…a shadow in the lives of those who loved him.' Fitzpatrick himself speaks
only through the work he’s created. 'We have no need of candles,' says
Boy with a
. 'The eyes are not the gatherers of light.' In Fitzpatrick’s work, as in Carr’s,
'Light enters from the front, from the viewer,' a strategy which leaves us to paint
our own conclusions. I love this of Richard Carr’s work, that we are guided through
stories we already know, pushed gently down the hall of a somehow shared human-
         —Paula J. Lambert, author of
The Ecstasy of Wanting and
The Sudden Seduction of Gravity
Poetry by
Cover photography used by permission.
Book designed by Larry W. Moore
His honors include the Holland Prize for Lucifer, the FutureCycle Poetry Prize for
Dead Wendy, the Washington Prize for Ace, the Gival Press Poetry Award for
Honey, and the Vassar Miller Prize for Mister Martini.

Besides "serious" employment as a systems analyst, web designer, tavern manager,
and college teacher, Richard has held an assortment of jobs in restaurants, big box
and small town hardware stores, book and newspaper print shops, and the fields and
farmyards of southern Minnesota, while dabbling also in house painting, cabinet
making, ice rink grooming, and, one summer, filling sunken graves in a cemetery. As
a teenager, he wanted to be a concert pianist. His cat’s name is “Fur” Elise, and his
goldfish are called Aria and Goldberg. In college, he majored in philosophy. At one
time, he could recite a hundred digits of
pi. He once hitchhiked to California. His car
is a Jaguar.† He's been in three motorcycle crashes. None fatal.