10/12/2025
Introduction by Steve Chisnell of Waywords Studio:
When I imagine a metaphor for what William T***s does to his poetic subjects, I imagine a dishrag wrung to extremis, the gray water splashed across the drain at 2 am, its flotsam left for close examination. Sure, the bar or countertop or back seat of the Thunderbird now looks clean–and, oh, that magnificent bespangled “looks!”—but the detritus of human experience lay there just a moment before, didn’t it? Go ahead, smell it. No volume of bleach, however sacrosanct, can quite hide it. No, we’re back in the broom closet squeezing out the truth of it beneath the crusty 60-watt bulb. Some of what we find is a rescue, a salvageable enlightenment or fragment of innocence we’ll hang onto a bit longer, and some is . . . the rest of us, naked and in pale skin, socially aborted, adrift in the effluence.
We’ve been welcomed here before. Not that the invitation was formal or its offer enticing–we had illusions to build. But in Babylon Redux, William T***s’ poetry is a standing summons to meet, anyway. To shed our skin. To dance, weep, and gnash teeth. To know that when, at the end of our work and nostalgia, some ritual drum or alleyway shadow will signal requital.
T***s’ verse and prose tear words across the fabric of the page, a tactile tone of disavowals and loss, rage and jazz and blues. Reading Babylon Redux is not an homage to Beat poets but a reinvigoration of rejection and resistance, of lives straggling forth through our modern and postmodern dissonance, raising the scraps of culture as shields against charlatans.
BABYLON REDUX by William T***s:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FP962V5G
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗱𝘂𝘅" 𝗯𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 -
A new book of poetry by T***s, one I was honored to write an introduction to, and now I get to meet the final product! If you haven't found the transformative beat cynicism of his work, you can now.