Door to a Noisy Room
Autor Peter Waldoren Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 dec 2007
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National Jewish Book Award (2009)
Peter Waldor’s spare irony—sometimes tender, sometimes bawdy—deals in dichotomies: love and hate, frailty and strength, fear and faith. These elliptical and colloquial lyrics draw equally from parable, prayer, and elegy. Hesitating on the threshold between isolation and community, the poet focuses a distortingly accurate microscope on what matters in our lives.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781882295661
ISBN-10: 1882295668
Pagini: 62
Dimensiuni: 142 x 214 x 4 mm
Greutate: 0.12 kg
Editura: ALICE JAMES BOOKS
Colecția Alice James Books
ISBN-10: 1882295668
Pagini: 62
Dimensiuni: 142 x 214 x 4 mm
Greutate: 0.12 kg
Editura: ALICE JAMES BOOKS
Colecția Alice James Books
Recenzii
"Waldor’s spare irony—sometimes tender, sometimes bawdy—deals in dichotomies: love and hate, frailty and strength, fear and faith. These elliptical and colloquial lyrics draw equally from parable, prayer, and elegy. Hesitating on the threshold between isolation and community, the poet focuses a distortingly accurate microscope on what matters in our lives. "...familial, humane, and loyal to the good people and the simple delights of this world."—Publishers Weekly
“It’s such a delight when something catches you by surprise and makes you read on—and on. So it is with Waldor, a superb lyric, gnomic and Gnostic poet.”—Gerald Stern
"The reader must learn to forfeit expectation and simply tune in, like listening to a koan...these poems generously reward the concentration their language demands. Waldor asks us to listen to the noisy world as he hears it, and he opens our ears."—Boston Review
"What strange rooms and quirky music Waldor's poems open onto. His vision proves to us that the imaginal and the rational share equal claims on perception. The heart/mind of this work spiritualizes the material and materializes the soul."—Li-Young Lee
"Door to a Noisy Room has the darkness, glitter, and hardness of obsidian. In this work, the heat of the passions has cooled to an elemental simplicity. Like obsidian the poems have been polished into jewels or napped to the keenest blade. They are beautiful and they are sharp."—Lynn Emanuel
“It’s such a delight when something catches you by surprise and makes you read on—and on. So it is with Waldor, a superb lyric, gnomic and Gnostic poet.”—Gerald Stern
"The reader must learn to forfeit expectation and simply tune in, like listening to a koan...these poems generously reward the concentration their language demands. Waldor asks us to listen to the noisy world as he hears it, and he opens our ears."—Boston Review
"What strange rooms and quirky music Waldor's poems open onto. His vision proves to us that the imaginal and the rational share equal claims on perception. The heart/mind of this work spiritualizes the material and materializes the soul."—Li-Young Lee
"Door to a Noisy Room has the darkness, glitter, and hardness of obsidian. In this work, the heat of the passions has cooled to an elemental simplicity. Like obsidian the poems have been polished into jewels or napped to the keenest blade. They are beautiful and they are sharp."—Lynn Emanuel
Notă biografică
Peter Waldor’s poems have been published or are forthcoming in many magazines, including The American Poetry Review, Ploughshares, and The Iowa Review. Waldor lives with his wife and three children in northern New Jersey, where he works in the insurance business.
Extras
“Lips”My love, our lips
are four knives
asleep in the drawer.
Last four left.
The rest out for
the usual butchery.
The craftsmen—
the woodworker,
silversmith,
gone for good,
even the glassblower
who puffed the knob
that has gone
unheld all evening
is gone.
are four knives
asleep in the drawer.
Last four left.
The rest out for
the usual butchery.
The craftsmen—
the woodworker,
silversmith,
gone for good,
even the glassblower
who puffed the knob
that has gone
unheld all evening
is gone.
Descriere
This pithy debut collection negotiates, through playful meditations, our uneasy coexistence in the marketplace and home.
Premii
- National Jewish Book Award Finalist, 2009