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Death Styles

Autor Joyelle McSweeney
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 2 apr 2024
A record of daily bewilderments and accidental concessions to hope after a momentous loss.

In this follow-up to her award-winning collection, Toxicon and Arachne, Joyelle McSweeney proposes a link between style and survival, even in the gravest of circumstances. Setting herself the task of writing a poem a day and accepting a single icon as her starting point, however unlikely—River Phoenix, Mary Magdalene, a backyard skunk—McSweeney follows each inspiration to the point of exhaustion and makes it through each difficult day.  In frank, mesmeric lyrics, Death Styles navigates the opposing forces of survival and grief, finding a way to press against death’s interface, to step the wrong way out of the grave.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781643622309
ISBN-10: 1643622307
Pagini: 136
Dimensiuni: 137 x 226 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Editura: Nightboat Books

Notă biografică

A recipient of a 2022 Guggenheim Fellowship for Poetry, Joyelle McSweeney's published works span poetry, prose, drama, translation, and criticism. Her debut volume The Red Bird (2001) inaugurated the Fence Modern Poets Series; her verse play Dead Youth, or the Leaks (2012) inaugurated the Leslie Scalapino Prize for Innovative Women Playwrights; and her most recent double-collection, her co-translation with Jack Jung, Don Mee Choi, and Sawako Nakayasu of Yi Sang's Selected Works received numerous recognitions, including the 2021 MLA Aldo and Jeanne Scaglione Prize for a Translation of Literary Work. Her influential volume The Necropastoral: Poetry, Media, Occults (2014) counters conventional ecopoetics by locating aesthetic and political possibility in such signature Anthropocene phenomena as mutation, contagion, contamination, and decay. McSweeney is a Professor of English at the University of Notre Dame. Her next collection, Death Styles, is forthcoming from Nightboat Books.

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One of LitHub's Most Anticipated Books for 2024

In this follow-up to her award-winning collection, Toxicon and Arachne, Joyelle McSweeney proposes a link between style and survival, even in the gravest of circumstances. Setting herself the task of writing a poem a day and accepting a single icon as her starting point, however unlikely - River Phoenix, Mary Magdalene, a backyard skunk - McSweeney follows each inspiration to the point of exhaustion and makes it through each difficult day.

In frank, mesmeric lyrics, Death Styles navigates the opposing forces of survival and grief, finding a way to press against death's interface, to step the wrong way out of the grave.

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Whether keening or mundane, hysterical or technical, these pages follow the mind's motion with associative detours... a poignant and unforgettable portrait of grief
An extraordinary book by a poet that rocks my world - and language
A book of wonder; a language swimming in air, breathing in water
I want that green possibility
the gravidity of late style
pregnant with self-possession
to spring me to the end of the plot
Meanwhile I dream of Iphigenia
and how many times that teen can drop
in her altar top
When my teens are doing nothing
they are doing dance moves off TikTok
their brainwaves altering
like the ones with wands
who wave the planes down
and meanwhile I blow too much
dough on the baby's summer
clothes. Oh
well, if he wears it just once*
(*in the grave), then it's worth it.
I say the secret thought
in my brain like a spark
It lays down and snuffs
in the mossbane of the earbone.
It dies a crib death.
Bring me my toy stethoscope. No,
I can detect nothing. Two beer cans
on a cord? No. Radio silence.

--from '5.6.21 terminator 2, late style'