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PAIN
FANTASY
Jason
Bredle (click
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Jason
Bredle's recent debut, 'Standing in Line for the Beast' (New Issues) has
been praised by Barbara Hamby as a collection of "long loopy poems
[that] make you laugh out loud and then crumple your heart like a Dixie
cup." A poet of daring contradiction, Bredle continues to push his
own boundaries in 'Pain Fantasy,' a book that will first delight readers
with its humor and then stun them with the sincerity that lies at its
core.
Praise
for 'Pain Fantasy':
Whitman
said of his own Leaves of Grass, “Who touches this book, touches
a man.” I’d say the same about Pain Fantasy, except Ray
Carver already said it about a book of poems by Denis Johnson. As far
as I know, Denis Johnson has never touched Pain Fantasy, though no doubt
he soon will, as some books really do get around. Maybe what I can say,
then, is that whoever touches this book touches everyone else who has
ever touched this book, and by extension touches the many books that
those nameless readers, in turn, have touched. Therefore, by touching
this book, you yourself could touch someone who’s touched someone
who’s touched Walt Whitman. And that is just an amazing accomplishment.
--
Josh Bell
Loved.
O he was. Jason Bredle. A small person except for the love. A person
except for the crying. Remember how much of him there was to go around.
How wanted his love was. Him with tiny noises. His voice banging against
the keys. An old typewriter surfacing. There was no cliff. No sea. No
one else thrown off. Really to me he was only a set of minutes. A few
turns of phrase. The lathe of the typewriter. The pages and pages he
went on. I remember the first time we met. Not wonderful. Not at all.
A child myself. We spent our hours unwisely. We became too large in
each other's eyes. We tried to start a famous argument. He admonished
me. And now I you. Take this book. In your hands and finger its edges.
Cut your teeth on its binding. Prepare for the judgment of your own
dreams.
--
Mark Yakich
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MORTAL
Ivy
Alvarez (click
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In
her remarkable first collection, Ivy Alvarez examines the relationship
between Dee and Seph -- modern-day reinventions of Demeter and Persephone
-- and how the specter of breast cancer affects them. 'Mortal' spans years
and personalities, giving voice to mother and daughter in poems that are
both visceral ("they had to unzip me / to let the cat / out of the
bag // blood bathed my belly") and quietly elegant ("how do
I hold you / I wonder, as I'm holding you").
Praise
for 'Mortal':
I
would like to welcome Ivy Alvarez's luminous contribution to the long
list of poets who have taken the Persephone and Demeter myth and made
it their own. From Alfred Lord Tennyson to Edna St. Vincent Millay,
and most recently, Rita Dove, we can add Ivy Alvarez's elegant footsteps
as marks that will endure.
--
Nick Carbo
Sharpness
of perception, whether of taste, eye or ear, is what defines this tightly
written collection. The sharpness of the heart as mothers and daughters
strain to find continuity, the sharpnesses of a sometimes painful, sometimes
delightful present, and the deep poignancies of memory, are incised
across these poems. Here's a striking new voice to accompany us from
Hades to Tasmania, from myth to mother.
--
WN Herbert
Ivy
Alvarez's 'Mortal' re-envisions myth, present voice calling to ancient
voice, and vice versa. Alvarez is an ambitious poet who challenges herself
and her readers, while exploring the complexities of familes through
persona. 'Mortal' is a stunning first book.
--
Denise Duhamel
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THE
END OF RUDE HANDLES
Jen
Tynes (click
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A
book-length sequence that draws together lyric, collage and essay elements,
'The End Of Rude Handles' explores landscape and the landscape of language
with curiosity and tenderness. Jen Tynes' distinctively handmade poems
are at the same time intellectual and playful, elusive and inviting: "When
I speak of you some object is / also formed in light of that. // I enfold
the brimming object to you."
Praise
for 'The End Of Rude Handles':
Jen
Tynes moves so far into the local she comes out on the remote side of
the word. She is as attentive to polyester as she is the human hand's
extension into unlikely space, out of which she conceives a unique pattern.
Ambiguity is her ground, and the topsoil can be measured in solid feet.
We do not know where she will take us. We have to read along to find
out. We want to know.
--
C.D. Wright
This
poem cycle reveals a virtuoso at work. Striking lines ("a small
hand gathers a handhold") casually piece together a marvelous design,
strange and familiar. The author's sense of place is delicious, built
with perfect timing on the best procedure: "when I get stuck I
tend to look in the opposite direction."
--
Keith Waldrop
By
a fence rail in Tennessee the clarity of the everyday has found its
perfect devotee.
--
Michael Gizzi
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BAD
WITH FACES
Sean
Norton (click
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In
this stunning debut collection, poet Sean Norton delights in finding significance
in the most unexpected of places, from a poetry reading interrupted by
noisy caterers to the accidental connections between titles on a bookshelf.
Bold and inventive, 'Bad With Faces' challenges the reader to search everyday
experiences for the hints toward enlightenment lying just below the surface.
Praise
for 'Bad With Faces':
We
salute [Sean Norton] early in what will be, based on the proofs he proffers
here, a luminous career.
--
Thomas Lynch
Spiritual
and gorgeous, 'Bad With Faces' is infused with a wry wit that in no
ways undermines its high seriousness. How spacious--and sweetly odd--is
the sensibility behind these mindful and surprising poems! I'm deeply
impressed by Sean Norton's subtle workings of surface and depth, his
ironic-gentle encounters with what-is.
--
Alice Fulton
Deeply
contemplative, acutely intelligent, and imbued with dry humor, these
poems consistently turn us on our sides and allow us to reconsider what
we believe to be the normalcy of our own worlds.
--
Jason Bredle
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