Lethal Theater: OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
Autor Susannah Nevisonen Limba Engleză Paperback – 18 ian 2019
Reckons with the rituals of violence that underpin the American prison system, asking readers to consider the act and complications of looking at violence and suffering.
In Lethal Theater, Susannah Nevison offers a stark and lyrical reckoning with the hidden architectures of the American prison system. These poems inhabit the charged territory where medicine and punishment converge, revealing how the body becomes both patient and instrument under state control. Moving through histories of wartime confinement, interrogation, and isolation, Nevison writes a poetry of witness to the carceral state, illuminating what is so often kept from view.
With precision and moral force, Nevison examines the shadows cast by medical experimentation on imprisoned bodies, the blurred boundary between hospital anesthesia and the drugs used in lethal injection protocols, and the rituals of surveillance that shape life behind bars. This is a work rooted in the medical humanities of confinement, an inquiry into how suffering is recorded, observed, and, at times, rendered invisible.
Lethal Theater makes visible the brutal logics beneath state-sanctioned pain and insists on the urgency—and responsibility—of looking closely at what the nation asks its incarcerated to endure.
In Lethal Theater, Susannah Nevison offers a stark and lyrical reckoning with the hidden architectures of the American prison system. These poems inhabit the charged territory where medicine and punishment converge, revealing how the body becomes both patient and instrument under state control. Moving through histories of wartime confinement, interrogation, and isolation, Nevison writes a poetry of witness to the carceral state, illuminating what is so often kept from view.
With precision and moral force, Nevison examines the shadows cast by medical experimentation on imprisoned bodies, the blurred boundary between hospital anesthesia and the drugs used in lethal injection protocols, and the rituals of surveillance that shape life behind bars. This is a work rooted in the medical humanities of confinement, an inquiry into how suffering is recorded, observed, and, at times, rendered invisible.
Lethal Theater makes visible the brutal logics beneath state-sanctioned pain and insists on the urgency—and responsibility—of looking closely at what the nation asks its incarcerated to endure.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780814255162
ISBN-10: 0814255167
Pagini: 84
Dimensiuni: 140 x 216 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.11 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
ISBN-10: 0814255167
Pagini: 84
Dimensiuni: 140 x 216 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.11 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
Recenzii
“Sharp in every sense of the word—exacting and ruthless, smart—Susannah Nevison’s second collection offers a bold critique of the American prison system… Lethal Theater is a book for writer and reader, a riveting x-ray of who we really are.” —Chelsea Wagenaar, Valparaiso Poetry Review
“Susannah Nevison’s Lethal Theater is a testament to the moral imagination. Many times, the speakers of these poems seem perched at the edge of the kind of all-consuming empathetic seeing that defeats witness, but they never fall over. And what they, and Nevison, see most clearly is that we are to be known and measured by the ways we treat those over whom we have power, and yet most often we do not want to know the power we have over others, nor what is done to others in our name. Lethal Theater speaks our name.” —Shane McCrae
“Susannah Nevison’s searing second collection, Lethal Theater, is not about how we die but how we kill, protected by procedure, faith in duty, cruel appetite, and the State. Nevison steadfastly rejects dulled indifference; instead, her poems—lyric, found, urgent—pulse with sound anger, grief, and complicity’s persistent ache.” —Douglas Kearney
“Susannah Nevison’s Lethal Theater is a powerful, nuanced accounting of the physical and spiritual price violence exacts on its victims and perpetrators. This stunning lyric meditation on imprisonment relentlessly pushes the limits of mercy in asking us to bear witness to the ways in which we inflict pain on others in places where ‘the dark touches / everything, spreading its wound.’” —Erika Meitner
“Thoroughly researched, the collection is open-hearted and descriptively taut, describing just what happens when the body and soul are too far eroded.” —Rob McLennan
Notă biografică
Susannah Nevison is the author of Lethal Theater, Teratology, and of In the Field Between Us, a collaborative collection with Molly McCully Brown. Her poems and essays have appeared in The New York Times, The Los Angeles Review of Books, Crazyhorse, Pleiades, The National Poetry Review, and elsewhere. A graduate of the University of Southern California, Columbia University, and the University of Utah, she currently lives and teaches in Virginia.
Extras
Fawn
Caught beneath a car but found alive,
the fawn screams but doesn’t kick,
and it’s too late. Her spine is crushed.
I try to hold her still. I didn’t know
how bright her spots would be,
her dappled coat, my shaking hand
across her flank as if to wipe her clean.
Her eyes so wide, so close to mine,
I see my entire face inside.
It’s years before a boy will throw me
to the ground, and years before I’ll dream
his face, so close to mine, and scream
myself awake. I’m still a girl. I still believe
in wild things, that the startled animal
in my chest is not the fawn I carry in a bag,
wrapped and tied, like a gift, or grief.
American Icon
Like a mother’s throw
blanket over his shoulders,
like a little piece of home.
Like a homemade costume
any child wears, standing on
his mother’s canned goods, striking
a pose and making a face, though
he can’t see. He can’t see. Witch
or monk or Jesus incarnate,
the wires are live. Like a real live
wire, he jumps. Like hopscotch
or rope. Like nothing a child
couldn’t name. Hasn’t seen.
Like nothing, like a game.
Caught beneath a car but found alive,
the fawn screams but doesn’t kick,
and it’s too late. Her spine is crushed.
I try to hold her still. I didn’t know
how bright her spots would be,
her dappled coat, my shaking hand
across her flank as if to wipe her clean.
Her eyes so wide, so close to mine,
I see my entire face inside.
It’s years before a boy will throw me
to the ground, and years before I’ll dream
his face, so close to mine, and scream
myself awake. I’m still a girl. I still believe
in wild things, that the startled animal
in my chest is not the fawn I carry in a bag,
wrapped and tied, like a gift, or grief.
American Icon
Like a mother’s throw
blanket over his shoulders,
like a little piece of home.
Like a homemade costume
any child wears, standing on
his mother’s canned goods, striking
a pose and making a face, though
he can’t see. He can’t see. Witch
or monk or Jesus incarnate,
the wires are live. Like a real live
wire, he jumps. Like hopscotch
or rope. Like nothing a child
couldn’t name. Hasn’t seen.
Like nothing, like a game.
Cuprins
Cell Watch: Strip Cell
Pastoral
Fitness Test
Tapetum Lucidum
[The bars lash light across his body, and he]
[Like a widening pupil, the dark touches]
[He becomes a stripped and weathered cross]
[The wall between your charge and you is thin]
[He imagines they’re calling him home]
[The winter field has forgotten what it knows]
[He begins to see the dark lift, sees you]
Fawn
American Icon
Barrel
All the Games We Know
Chamber
Playing Possum
Where We Are
Debridement
Pastoral
Fitness Test
Tapetum Lucidum
[The bars lash light across his body, and he]
[Like a widening pupil, the dark touches]
[He becomes a stripped and weathered cross]
[The wall between your charge and you is thin]
[He imagines they’re calling him home]
[The winter field has forgotten what it knows]
[He begins to see the dark lift, sees you]
Fawn
American Icon
Barrel
All the Games We Know
Chamber
Playing Possum
Where We Are
Debridement
Descriere
A collection of poetry that reckons with the rituals of violence that underpin the American prison system.