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Emanuel's version of a "new and selected poems" turns convention on its head. She ignores chronology, placing new poems beside old, mixing middle and early poems with recent work, and liberating all her poems from the restraints of their particular histories, both aesthetic and autobiographical. Whether writing in the comedic drag of the cartoon strip, or investigating the Mobius strip relationship between reader and writer, or exposing the humor and hurt that accompany visitations from Frank O'Hara and Gertrude Stein, The Nerve of It both stings and pleases with its intelligence, wit and vivacity. It breaks through, in ways that are bold, sexy, haunting and wry, the die-hard opposition of new and old, personal narrative and linguistic play, sincerity and irony, misery and hilarity. Open the book. Something new is happening here.
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Logbook written by a drifter, is a cycle of interlinked poems that deal with life, spirituality, language, philosophy, love and relationships. A main theme are relationships which have changed the character. Those which the character doesn't know how to deal with; which have make the character into a wreck, emotionally, psychologically, or spiritually: he is in a small space. This collection encourages us to keep those spaces, spaces of the drift, until we have faced our challenges, afterall sometimes drifting is all we can do!
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The poems in Showtime at the Ministry of Lost Causes are survival songs, the tunes you whistle while walking through the Valley of Shadows, to keep your fears at bay and your spirit awake. The shadows here are many--cancer, poverty, a lost love, famine, suicide, war, an ever-encroaching existential angst. But so are the saving graces--a drag queen waitress whose "painted-on eyebrows arched like a bridge / toward starlight," "strawberries / grown fat around dimpled gold seeds," Pink Floyd's "'On the Turning Away' sent through my car / radio like the ghost voice of a beloved long dead," black phoebes rattling "winter / thistles, swollen throats percussing: / this is this is this is... " Showtime at the Ministry of Lost Causes reminds us that where there is shadow there must, necessarily, also be light.
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In his third poetry collection, Primer, Aaron Smith grapples with the ugly realities of the private self, in which desire feels more like a trap than fulfillment. What is the face we prepare in our public lives to distract others from our private grief? Smith's poetry explores that inexplicable tension between what we say and how we actually feel, exposing the complications of intimacy and the limitations of language to bridge those distances between friends, family members, and lovers. What we deny, in the end, may be just what we actually survive. Mortality in Smith's work remains the uncomfortable foundation at the center of our relationship with others, to faith, to art, to love as we grow older, and ultimately, to our own sense of who we are in our bodies in the world. The struggle of this book, finally, is in naming whether just what we say we want is enough to satisfy our primal needs, or are the choices we make to stay alive the same choices we make to help us, in so many small ways, to die.
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Tragique et matérialisme dessinent, dans l'histoire de la philosophie, deux traditions différentes, qui parfois se rencontrent, parfois s'opposent. Le but de cet ouvrage est d'explorer quelques moments de ce double cheminement, depuis l'Ecclésiaste jusqu'à nos jours. Ma thèse est que le matérialisme, s'il est rigoureux, se doit d'être une pensée tragique, c'est-à-dire aporétique, déceptive, inconsolée. Et qu'une sagesse qui se sait insuffisante et insatisfaite (une sagesse tragique) vaut mieux, de ce point de vue, que la suffisance d'une sagesse prétendument satisfaite. Cela amène à prendre quelque distance avec Épicure, Spinoza, Nietzsche et Marx. Et à se trouver plus proche de Lucrèce, de Montaigne ou du dernier Althusser.
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The poems in See You Soon endeavor to test the limits of metaphor and language as their voices speak from the beauty and strangeness of daily experience, testing how we make sense of ourselves to ourselves and to one another. There is love in these poems, and there is failure and absurdity. The characters, in their various situations and guises, find themselves outside of time, space, and identity--at sunset, in an airport, outside a hookah lounge, as a birthday party clown, after a flood. Influenced by H.D., Donald Barthelme, Iris Murdoch, and Gertrude Stein, this work strives to form a resonance chamber for tone and logic that could sustain an intransitive experience of language. The message here is in the invitation of the title--See You Soon--a statement of the complexity of two people going in a mutual direction in time, and of camaraderie along the way.
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Randall Jarrell said that when you read a poem "you are entering a foreign country whose laws and language and life are a kind of translation of your own." In [explicit lyrics], we are visitors to a world that is familiar, as if the poems are occurring in our town, on the streets where we live. But the laws have changed, and what is normally important is no longer relevant. What was meaningless is now everything. As the title indicates, these poems are lyrics--musings on the small decisions required by existence in the modern world. They contain the grand themes of art--life, love, and mortality--but not where you expect. The smallest and most mundane objects become the catalyst for reevaluating our roles in society and the world. This is not poetry as art. This is life as art, from a country where poetry is the only language.
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In When We Were Birds, Joe Wilkins wrestles his attention away from the griefs, deprivations, and high prairies of his Montana childhood and turns toward "the bean-rusted fields and gutted factories of the Midwest," toward ordinary injustice and everyday sadness, toward the imminent birth of his son and his own confusions in taking up the mantle of fatherhood, toward faith and grace, legacy and luck. A panoply of voices are at play--the escaped convict, the late-night convenience store clerk, and the drowned child all have their say--and as this motley chorus rises and crests, we begin to understand something of what binds us and makes us human: while the world invariably breaks all our hearts, Wilkins insists that is the very "place / hope lives, in the breaking." Within a notable range of form, concern, and voice, the poems here never fail to sing. Whether praiseful or interrogating, When We Were Birds is a book of flight, light, and song. "When we were birds," Wilkins begins, "we veered & wheeled, we flapped & looped-- / it's true, we flew."
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Louie thinks of prose poems as little events: they draw on experience, image, metaphor, and all the properties of language to create little worlds-in motion.
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