Incomplete Strangers

For McNamara, we are never entirely strangers and never complete beings, ever journeying out and back for images to fill the holes we can never patch. McNamara's poems are about how we experience those recurrent moments, how we recognize ourselves as avatars of the permanent, what that feels like, the prosody and measure of it, its sixes and sevens, how we marshal our experience, our desire for perfection, and then launch into the rain, knowing it's all temporary." - Bill Tremblay