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Poetry
Explosive language, rough sensuousness, and an unflinching eye -- here is a poet who doesn't look away and is committed to poetry's first purpose: to bring song. Tombo is a book of lyrics fueled in equal parts by realism and big-fish storytelling, a book of wanderers, foghorns, summer rain, feral cats, and city jazz. Built on heartbreak particulars, these poems are raw, mysterious dilations of the moments of existence. Di Piero's work has been praised by luminaries of the poetry world like Philip Levine, John Ashbery, Christian Wiman, the editor of POETRY, and also by The New York Times, the Philadelphia Inquirer, and the San Francisco Chronicle.
In Tongue Lyre, Tyler Mills weaves together fragments of myth and memory, summoning the works of Ovid, Homer, and James Joyce to spin a story of violence and the female body. Introducing the recurring lyre figure in the collection--a voice to counter the violence--is Ovid's Philomena, who, while cruelly rendered speechless, nonetheless sets the reader on an eloquent voyage to discover the body through music, art, and language. Other legendary figures making appearances within--Telemachos, Nestor, Cyclops, Circe, and others--are held up as mirrors to reflect the human form as home. In this dynamic collection, the female body and its relationship to the psyche traverse mythic yet hauntingly familiar contemporary settings as each presents not a single narrative but a progressive exploration of our universal emotional experience.
Peter Coyote's first collection of poetry takes us on a whirlwind tour of an eclectic and exciting life as an actor and Zen Buddhist priest, meandering from love affairs to marriage to divorce to the Sixties to psychedelic spirituality and beyond. Written over several decades, these poems read as a collage, each piece distinct and contributing to a cohesive lyric narrative.
from Ballade of the Poverties
There's the poverty of wages wired for the funeral you
Can't get to the poverty of bodies lying unburied
There's the poverty of labor offered silently on the curb
The poverty of yard sale scrapings spread
And rejected the poverty of eviction, wedding bed out on street
Prince let me tell you who will never learn through words
There are poverties and there are poverties.
"Gregory Pardlo . . . wants to explore the druidic function of art, the works of jazz musicians, painters, poets, and others who live imaginatively, expand reality, and make imagination free."--Brenda Hillman, from the introduction
Totem, winner of the APR/Honickman First Book Prize, is the debut of a poet who has been listening for decades. In his youth, Gregory Pardlo heard stories of factory hours and picket lines from his father; in the bars, clubs, and on the radio he listens to jazz and blues, the rhythms, beats, and aspirations of which all of which seep into his poems.
A former Cave Canem fellow, Pardlo creates work that is deeply autobiographical, drifting between childhood and adult life. He speaks a language simultaneously urban and highbrow, seamlessly switching from art analysis to sneakers hung over the telephone lines. Deeply rooted in a blue-collar world, he produces snapshots of a life that is so specific it becomes universal.
From "Vincent's Shoes"
On the wall above my desk: a pen
and ink affair which I copied
from a print hanging in the sushi
bar down the block:
inflected necks of pedestrians on a bridge
in the rain and here I hung
the hightops from a power line.
It was in me to do. I felt it in my gut
the way Vincent might have felt
the wheat fields and the smoking socket
of the sun rattling, tweezed days
late into the ear of an aluminum bowl
Gregory Pardlo teaches at Medgar Evers College, The City University of New York, and lives in Brooklyn.
At the center of Tough Luck is a poem about the ill-fated I-35W Bridge in Minneapolis and its disastrous collapse, which killed 13 people and injured 145. The freighted, swiftly moving poems in Tough Luck crisscross the chasm between peril and safety as if between opposing riverbanks, revealing a frequently heart-stopping view of the muscled waters below. Marriage, family, home--all come crashing down, but Todd Boss rebuilds with his trademark musicality and "a reverent gusto for representing the tactile aspects of human life" (Tony Hoagland).
Eric Pankey's arresting ninth collection of poems, Trace, sits at the threshold between faith and doubt--between the visible and the invisible, the sayable and the ineffable, the physical and the metaphysical.
In Trace, Pankey creates images of both stark beauty and stark truth. The skeleton of a burning home becomes a children's drawing of a house. The waning moon wears a mask, sheds grit, disappears in "straw effigy." And the departure of a loved one is compared to the retreat of a glacier--leaving behind an exposed and scarred speaker. As the collection progresses, it maps a journey into deep depression, confronting one man's struggle to overcome that condition's smothering weight and presence. With remarkable clarity and complexity, Trace also charts the poet's attempt to be inspired, to breathe again, to give breath and life to words.
Ever solemn, ever existential, Pankey's poems find us at our most vulnerable, the moment when we as humans--believers and nonbelievers alike--must ultimately pause to question the uncertain fate of our souls.