Go Because I Love You, the debut full-length poetry collection by Jared Harél, is a book of arrivals and departures. It is about childhood and parenthood, desire and obligation, about who we love and how we stay. Through a series of poems which interweave the domestic and daily with the political and historical, Harél surveys everything from He-Man to the Holocaust, from sleep-training his young son to struggling with the aftermath of the Presidential Election to craft a portrait of 21st-century American life that is humorous, haunting and utterly human.
Publisher: Diode Editions
Funny, heartbreaking, and downright scary––all at the same time. Don’t get cozy with this book, because here, even during the most joyful domestic moments like playing airplane with a child, death is always near: “I don’t notice the ceiling fan / until it nearly scalps her.” When you’re laughing out loud, this book will stalk you and pounce. And as Jared Harél admits: “There is nothing I can say / to make it stop.”
— ANDERS CARLSON-WEE
“Are we bound / to be an airport where everyone leaves?” Jared Harél asks in Go Because I Love You. Harél’s lucid poems are filled with the miracle of the domestic and daily, and backlit by a sense of how fragile any life may be in the struggle to deal with contemporary reality’s undercurrent of malice, accident, absurdity, and terror. These poems reflect a searching intelligence in the precision of each line and in fresh portrayals of how our choices cannot be unmade. As Harél writes, “life trails me / like a massive tail smacking / everything I pass.” I’m grateful for the hard-purchased clarity of these poems and their radiant explorations of a fully genuine life.
— LEE UPTON
If you’ve strayed from poetry, Jared Harél is the writer that will bring you back.
— TÉA OBREHT
As with so many of us, Jared Harél is waging a battle with solitude and loss, the harm that can hide, even within love. He does so, though, with rare grace and tenderness, in poems of great imagination and beauty. I want to kiss you. Build asylum inside you brings to mind what I like best about his work — that the connections between us earn more of his singing than do the ways we spin apart.
— BOB HICOK