Childcare
Autor Rob Schlegelen Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 mar 2023
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781954245563
ISBN-10: 1954245564
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 1.02 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
ISBN-10: 1954245564
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 1.02 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Recenzii
“There are few poets whose work I admire as much as I admire Rob Schlegel’s. There’s a nervy sincerity at work, a genuine desire to say what’s true—a role for the poet that emerges from the role of the parent. This voice combines the elemental depth of the fable and the immediacy of the interior monologue. These poems are as brave in their performances as they are profound in their claims: even the truest statements in Childcare seem to disappear as soon as they arrive, showing Schlegel to be the rarest of American artists, daring enough to test his wisdom against the honest brutality of everyday life. Schlegel does nothing short of renewing the power of American English to tell truths worth telling. He asks questions worth asking; he pushes the power of the language just a little bit further than we ever thought it would go, reminding us not just who we are but who we might become.” —Katie Peterson
"I will never forget the moment, years ago, when I was sitting at my desk in Missoula and looked out the window to see, standing in my yard, Rob Schlegel holding out to me a large yellow fruit. He appeared an apparition. I think it was a grapefruit. I say remember, but I feel remembered by it, and by the look of wonder on Rob’s face, because that is the experience, for me, of reading Childcare: of being invited into the unexpected, often disarming, always arresting presence of his attention and his discoveries, and being inspired, by them, to get up, break the window, and seek out, for myself and the people I love, my own indelible fruit." —Brandon Shimoda
"I will never forget the moment, years ago, when I was sitting at my desk in Missoula and looked out the window to see, standing in my yard, Rob Schlegel holding out to me a large yellow fruit. He appeared an apparition. I think it was a grapefruit. I say remember, but I feel remembered by it, and by the look of wonder on Rob’s face, because that is the experience, for me, of reading Childcare: of being invited into the unexpected, often disarming, always arresting presence of his attention and his discoveries, and being inspired, by them, to get up, break the window, and seek out, for myself and the people I love, my own indelible fruit." —Brandon Shimoda
Notă biografică
Rob Schlegel lives in the Pacific Northwest and is the author of three previous collections of poetry, including January Machine (Four Way Books, 2014). With the poets Rawaan Alkhatib and Daniel Poppick, he co-edits the Catenary Press.
Extras
Poetry
Is pointless, my son says. If you write that down
I’ll kill you. I fear he fears
The attention I give it. I used to drive
Till he fell asleep. Ten minutes, then silence
The river knit with ice. In tonight’s movie
A boat swerves against bullets.
He sings the movie’s theme. I kill you,
You kill me. Plot against all
That is good. Good for whom?
I know every word that rhymes
With my assailant’s first name.
It’s difficult To achieve real-world fear
In a movie. My son crawls into bed.
There’s nothing I need more than you, I say.
Not true, he says. The rudder turns
In my throat. Every sleep he needs me less.
Is pointless, my son says. If you write that down
I’ll kill you. I fear he fears
The attention I give it. I used to drive
Till he fell asleep. Ten minutes, then silence
The river knit with ice. In tonight’s movie
A boat swerves against bullets.
He sings the movie’s theme. I kill you,
You kill me. Plot against all
That is good. Good for whom?
I know every word that rhymes
With my assailant’s first name.
It’s difficult To achieve real-world fear
In a movie. My son crawls into bed.
There’s nothing I need more than you, I say.
Not true, he says. The rudder turns
In my throat. Every sleep he needs me less.