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I Heart Your Fate

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Produktdetails

Einband

Taschenbuch

Erscheinungsdatum

15.03.2011

Verlag

Wave Books

Seitenzahl

96

Maße (L/B/H)

21/15,3/0,5 cm

Gewicht

334 g

Sprache

Englisch

ISBN

978-1-933517-51-3

Beschreibung

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."..not even your own mother would believe your description of it. ... Sucked under, friend, into the unforgiving brine." --Jeremy Schmall, "The Best American Poetry Blog" "Throughout this playful, heartfelt and enriching collection, McCann demonstrates that the truth surrounds us all; our best way of connecting with it is through compassion and love." --Nate Pritts, "Boston Review" "To find yourself in the middle of an Anthony McCann poem is to be surrounded by a rich, descriptive elegance...What appears simple becomes infinitely dynamic and fractured." --Nick Sturm, "H_ngm_n" "Though at times what's seen is threatening or ominous, these poems are ultimately celebratory, and the world is one in which "it's nice to be held while watching the waves." --Jennifer Moore, "Another Chicago Magazine"

Produktdetails

Einband

Taschenbuch

Erscheinungsdatum

15.03.2011

Verlag

Wave Books

Seitenzahl

96

Maße (L/B/H)

21/15,3/0,5 cm

Gewicht

334 g

Sprache

Englisch

ISBN

978-1-933517-51-3

Herstelleradresse

Libri GmbH
Europaallee 1
36244 Bad Hersfeld
DE

Email: gpsr@libri.de

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  • Produktbild: I Heart Your Fate
  • 1 The Event

    Post Futurism
    Omoa (Time of the Grackle)
    Of the Mockingbird
    Field Work
    The Assistant
    Draga Barbara,
    Putin with Lynch
    Poem
    Letters of Claire and Trelawny
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    Dear Catholic Church,
    The Event

    2 I ♥ Your Fate

    I came out of the past, with fingers all stained
    Here's something as thoughtful as chairs in the snow:
    A man on blue shoulders drifts through white lights
    Can organized body hair still be alive?
    You came in from the street riding your thoughts
    Music came back and made us its slave
    Werther
    We captured their leader and cut off his head
    Deseret
    I had to go back and touch the stove twice
    The surface is quiet; I'm suffering joy
    In this forest milieu: an encounter with void
    The clouds drifted over a late human lunch
    It's strange to be seen, I've said to a tree

    3 New Dreams of Mammal Island

    Your Voice
    Dreams of Waking
    Alibi
    Letter Never Sent
    In the Visitors' Locker Room
    Mammal Island
    Invincibility
    More Dreams of Waking
    In the American Grain