On Days Like This: Poems by Dan Quisenberry
It’s not so much that I actually want to sell this as that I really want another baseball fan to receive the gift of Dan Quisenberry’s poetry. The five time Rolaids Relief Pitcher of the Year was an early 80s phenom. He looked like a substitute gym teacher but confused opposing batters with a sinking submarine pitch, pinpoint control and a mustache that looked like a fourth member of Alvin & The Chipmunks. Quiz was one of a kind — always quotable, oddly cerebral and, yes, poetic. This book is absolutely not a novelty. It’s wonderful poetry. It’s moving on its own right, but infinitely so given that Quiz died less than a year after this book — his first and only — was published. If you ever wanted to read poems from an ace reliever about Ben Oglive, Dick Howser, baseball cards, retirement and raising teenagers, this is your new, old testament. You’re welcome.
It’s not so much that I actually want to sell this as that I really want another baseball fan to receive the gift of Dan Quisenberry’s poetry. The five time Rolaids Relief Pitcher of the Year was an early 80s phenom. He looked like a substitute gym teacher but confused opposing batters with a sinking submarine pitch, pinpoint control and a mustache that looked like a fourth member of Alvin & The Chipmunks. Quiz was one of a kind — always quotable, oddly cerebral and, yes, poetic. This book is absolutely not a novelty. It’s wonderful poetry. It’s moving on its own right, but infinitely so given that Quiz died less than a year after this book — his first and only — was published. If you ever wanted to read poems from an ace reliever about Ben Oglive, Dick Howser, baseball cards, retirement and raising teenagers, this is your new, old testament. You’re welcome.
It’s not so much that I actually want to sell this as that I really want another baseball fan to receive the gift of Dan Quisenberry’s poetry. The five time Rolaids Relief Pitcher of the Year was an early 80s phenom. He looked like a substitute gym teacher but confused opposing batters with a sinking submarine pitch, pinpoint control and a mustache that looked like a fourth member of Alvin & The Chipmunks. Quiz was one of a kind — always quotable, oddly cerebral and, yes, poetic. This book is absolutely not a novelty. It’s wonderful poetry. It’s moving on its own right, but infinitely so given that Quiz died less than a year after this book — his first and only — was published. If you ever wanted to read poems from an ace reliever about Ben Oglive, Dick Howser, baseball cards, retirement and raising teenagers, this is your new, old testament. You’re welcome.