F. William DeVault

The poet as priest, as lover, as seer, as keeper of the keys to collective sacred memory and as the guardian of contracts signed with holy intentions is very much on duty in William F. DeVault’s masterful INVOCATO. From the beginning lines of “We Owe Debt to Memory” to the concluding verses of “The Fifth Song of the Amomancer” and “Touch Not the Walls,” the readers of these pages, brilliantly illuminated by history and horror and beauty and myth, are invited to witness the resurrection of an ancient covenant between divine intention and mortal aspiration. We are already aware that in the long burning prayer that is the story of humanity’s romantic tug of war with cosmic authority, many startling promises have often been made. We are happy, now, to discover in the bright dawn of the spirit that is William F. DeVault’s INVOCATO, many promises have been kept. Here, then, is a healing “kiss” from the soul of one amazing poet, a retriever of memory and architect of visions, to the beauty of human and godly complexities.

Aberjhani
author of Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black,
and Encyclopedia of the Harlem Renaissance… (mehr)