Philip Paradis doesn't take himself too seriously or his poetry too seriously...Paradis is reckless enough to write parodies, to write humor, to give thanks in a thankless world and to hazard that anathema of the alienated joy." --Ann Struthers

"Reading Philip Paradis, we are reminded of what William Carlos Williams meant when he said 'nothing can grow unless it taps into the soil,' and 'the local is the only universal.' We trust this poet's voice precisely because it doesn't sound like it's speaking poetry with a capital P, or thrashing around in the bushes of its own self-regard. No. Paradis understands that what he has to say is too important for that. He knows we have to see it closely, and laugh sometimes, and above all be grateful for it." --Brendan Galvin

"These are poems of an extraordinary solitude, the kind that leads not to a sense of loss and desolation but of kinship and celebration. Having attained a 'still point' (like his brown trout turned into the current), Phil Paradis shows us what it means to be not simply in the stream but of the stream. This is a remarkable book of affirmation and, yes, even joy." -Neal Bowers

"In the poems of From Gobbler's Knob Paradis points out familiar views in the Appalachians, but gives us a new vantage point, a different way of looking at them...the view From Gobbler's Knob is well worth the journey." -Dale Neal

24 poems. Rowan Mountain Press, Blacksburg, Virginia, 1989

1st edition.

Paper, offset, 30 pages, with cover art "New Moon" by Elizabeth Miller.

ISBN 0-926487-02-7

$10.95 plus shipping