Fortified Castles
Autor Ryan Fitzpatricken Limba Engleză Paperback – 10 noi 2014
Starting with lyric statement as a point of interrogation, Fortified Castles asks what might cause retreat into the comforting walls of the self. North American culture is saturated with discourses of self-improvement and self-awareness at the same time it is full of anxiety over the things that separate us. Moving from a stock-ticker tableau of economic and environmental crisis to the difficulty of finding one another in the streets, the poems in Fortified Castles stage impasse after impasse, locating the Western subject between the ramparts it walks and the barricades it throws up.
Composed in three sections, Fortified Castles constructs a complex web of interpersonal disconnection from the anonymous detritus of our self-obsessed neoliberal moment. Written contemporaneously with the 2008 economic crisis, the first section, “21st Century Monsters,” imagines a number of world-ending scenarios from the collapse of the environment to the collapse of capitalism to the collapse of culture, forming a questioning and questionable primer on the things that terrify us. The second section, “Fortified Castles,” heavily recombines found material in a lengthy serial collage composed of multiplied and impersonal personal statements that add up in unanticipated ways, cascading in knee-jerk patterns of anxious hand-wringing and stubborn unreasonableness.
Written during the 2011 Occupy protests, the final section, “Friendship Is Magic,” positions the hopeful connections of that moment beside the privilege rippling through it, interrogating the very real tension between working collectively and living comfortably.
Composed in three sections, Fortified Castles constructs a complex web of interpersonal disconnection from the anonymous detritus of our self-obsessed neoliberal moment. Written contemporaneously with the 2008 economic crisis, the first section, “21st Century Monsters,” imagines a number of world-ending scenarios from the collapse of the environment to the collapse of capitalism to the collapse of culture, forming a questioning and questionable primer on the things that terrify us. The second section, “Fortified Castles,” heavily recombines found material in a lengthy serial collage composed of multiplied and impersonal personal statements that add up in unanticipated ways, cascading in knee-jerk patterns of anxious hand-wringing and stubborn unreasonableness.
Written during the 2011 Occupy protests, the final section, “Friendship Is Magic,” positions the hopeful connections of that moment beside the privilege rippling through it, interrogating the very real tension between working collectively and living comfortably.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780889229099
ISBN-10: 0889229090
Pagini: 97
Dimensiuni: 127 x 211 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Talon Books
Locul publicării:Canada
ISBN-10: 0889229090
Pagini: 97
Dimensiuni: 127 x 211 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Talon Books
Locul publicării:Canada
Recenzii
“In Fortified Castles, our hero shakes down identities like a spike-filled log mashes down the meadow. In the fervor of a squint, fitzpatrick rakes the way for a honky-tonk revolution in a felt square to sip tonics of swell emotions much more dangerous than motorcycles. Fortified Castles simmers a deft cauldron of trend patrol–able to frack Kodak moments into bankrupt selfies and drain histories into broken presents. With sunshine enough to fill lonely bottles, fitzpatrick shoots a friendly neighborhood spitball that props us up at the door of a room we live, long for, and long to leave, oh so thankful for its lock.”
—Chris Ewart, author of Miss Lamp
“Fortified Castles is a book full of twists: a series of ambiguous manuals, a book-length personality quiz gone terribly awry. At first glance, characters seem self-assured—but don’t be fooled. Like Beckett’s talking heads, fitzpatrick’s playful voices point to a larger confusion. They look at us, baffled. They point and stare. They nod their heads and pat their stomachs. And then they ask, ever so politely: Who the hell are you?”
—Sandy Pool, author of Exploding into Night and Undark
—Chris Ewart, author of Miss Lamp
“Fortified Castles is a book full of twists: a series of ambiguous manuals, a book-length personality quiz gone terribly awry. At first glance, characters seem self-assured—but don’t be fooled. Like Beckett’s talking heads, fitzpatrick’s playful voices point to a larger confusion. They look at us, baffled. They point and stare. They nod their heads and pat their stomachs. And then they ask, ever so politely: Who the hell are you?”
—Sandy Pool, author of Exploding into Night and Undark
Notă biografică
ryan fitzpatrick is a poet and critic living in Vancouver. He is the author of Fake Math (Snare Books, 2007), as well as a dozen chapbooks, including the recent 21st Century Monsters (Red Nettle Press, 2012), shortlisted for the bpNichol Chapbook Award. While living in Calgary, he was an editor of Filling Station magazine and an organizer of the Flywheel Reading Series. With Jonathan Ball, he is co-editor of Why Poetry Sucks: An Anthology of Humorous Experimental Canadian Poetry (Insomniac Press, 2014). With Janey Dodd, he is in the early stages of organizing a comprehensive digital archive of Calgary small presses between 1990 and 2010. He is currently pursuing a doctorate at Simon Fraser University, where he works on contemporary poetics and the social production of space.
Extras
Excerpt from Fortified Castles
ryan fitzpatrick
Part One
21st Century Monsters
Historical Architecture
(for Erin Molly Fitzpatrick)
By magnifying the emotional aspects of speech,
we face new demons carved deeply in the parapets.
Her look was slow and tedious, as if cutting up
valentines, baking cookies could express her love.
He combined a hermit lifestyle with a hi-definition
kind of screen, compressing sorcery’s credit limit.
The adult production team try all conceivable ways
to keep them sharing a kiss, including set concrete.
But you should know the best ways to profit from
the historical record and its waves of short buyers.
The street layout and patterns of parking lots make
poor plots for new love sites for overhead cables.
She is the daughter of the catering staff and their
stadium antics are manna for flagging tween spirits.
Young architects cantilever an increased metabolism
off the soul of modern capital, finding design focused.
For Plato, the advertising agency is the great and
only proper levee against any tide of madness.
His utopian proposal wept at the tiny shadow of his
own sense of the modern cityscape as group form.
A descent of chipped panels form a line of unedited
script pages across the face of the parliamentary.
The bare walls hardly a fragmentary composition in
the ways nations embrace in silhouette a kind silence.
Our hero dry-humps the outhouse, undergoing an
intense period of documentary, ranging new words.
The new century sees a masterpiece caged not from
urbanism, but from his passions for a distant cousin.
We tied the faithless extravagance of the baroque to
random permutations pushing certain gothic cravings.
Her film evokes a bleak tableau, fixating on the Rock
of Gibraltar’s nouveau cravings for new construction.
Golden Parachutes
What is the maximum number of words that can
be spoken by a decapitated head on a pike?
Any future witnesses might lose their hankies
should they remove them from their backstage pass.
Banks would still retain millions in steam engine
holdings in hope that the sun’s heat boils water.
Someone should stand up for the big guy as his
jittering hands thin the already vanishing oxygen.
The trail climbs out and back behind stacks of
boxes of Camp Rock action figures for severance.
Fire’s thermal essence can be represented clearly
with pastel and watercolour faked onto Escalades.
If I switch the wires on the thermonuclear detonator,
the waiting lists of respiratory patients will vanish.
Too bad it’s entertaining like the vampires who are
also bank managers recommending mutual funds.
No experience is necessary for the skydiving scene
from the top floor of the week’s top-grossing picture.
Racing through the American desert in our dune
buggies explodes our already impressive frame.
I need to stop smoking concerns of other shoppers
because my nausea grows over my own livestock.
Zac Efron as Tom Joad is as hetero as it gets in our
tender and ardent time of glorious economic daybreak.
The vividness of your secret love for it sends sugary
rainbows into the ironing boards of our discontent.
Abstinence Vampires
(for Jonathan Ball)
The problem with rehearsing Shakespeare for
real is the puritan bonbons caught in the margins.
There is clearly something wrong with the boys,
at least, its tough how they act all panoramic.
Imagine Donna Reed as a reverse vampire
except for the missionary style beatdowns.
There is an infection risk inherent in how we
sit so close to the industrial processing fluids.
It’s funny how the rape fantasy isn’t apparent
until the dancing unicorns get too intimate.
We were tired of the current set of tableaus
(Hollywood, Dustbowl, etc), so we planted trees.
Changing what might indicate an end-of-the-world
scenario is quite important in any new century.
Down here on Earth, we’re happy with teenage
boys and their immigrant solution in GTA.
Reading smut is a clear gateway to a college
education since the best guys have a purity about them.
These house-husbands are so fluffy and silly
for letting themselves become totes gay vampires.
Why do you keep looking at the transformer
towers hoping they’ll become steaming geysers?
Yay for one Tiger Beat fangirl who refuses
to divorce her rainbow-fast ejaculations.
Didn’t you know that vampire blood can cure
any possible STD’s including syphillis.
It’s clearly a tattoo that represents how much
I respect and care for all the woodland creatures.
I hope that these half-vampire Juno wannabes
remember to be someone else in their life.
ryan fitzpatrick
Part One
21st Century Monsters
Historical Architecture
(for Erin Molly Fitzpatrick)
By magnifying the emotional aspects of speech,
we face new demons carved deeply in the parapets.
Her look was slow and tedious, as if cutting up
valentines, baking cookies could express her love.
He combined a hermit lifestyle with a hi-definition
kind of screen, compressing sorcery’s credit limit.
The adult production team try all conceivable ways
to keep them sharing a kiss, including set concrete.
But you should know the best ways to profit from
the historical record and its waves of short buyers.
The street layout and patterns of parking lots make
poor plots for new love sites for overhead cables.
She is the daughter of the catering staff and their
stadium antics are manna for flagging tween spirits.
Young architects cantilever an increased metabolism
off the soul of modern capital, finding design focused.
For Plato, the advertising agency is the great and
only proper levee against any tide of madness.
His utopian proposal wept at the tiny shadow of his
own sense of the modern cityscape as group form.
A descent of chipped panels form a line of unedited
script pages across the face of the parliamentary.
The bare walls hardly a fragmentary composition in
the ways nations embrace in silhouette a kind silence.
Our hero dry-humps the outhouse, undergoing an
intense period of documentary, ranging new words.
The new century sees a masterpiece caged not from
urbanism, but from his passions for a distant cousin.
We tied the faithless extravagance of the baroque to
random permutations pushing certain gothic cravings.
Her film evokes a bleak tableau, fixating on the Rock
of Gibraltar’s nouveau cravings for new construction.
Golden Parachutes
What is the maximum number of words that can
be spoken by a decapitated head on a pike?
Any future witnesses might lose their hankies
should they remove them from their backstage pass.
Banks would still retain millions in steam engine
holdings in hope that the sun’s heat boils water.
Someone should stand up for the big guy as his
jittering hands thin the already vanishing oxygen.
The trail climbs out and back behind stacks of
boxes of Camp Rock action figures for severance.
Fire’s thermal essence can be represented clearly
with pastel and watercolour faked onto Escalades.
If I switch the wires on the thermonuclear detonator,
the waiting lists of respiratory patients will vanish.
Too bad it’s entertaining like the vampires who are
also bank managers recommending mutual funds.
No experience is necessary for the skydiving scene
from the top floor of the week’s top-grossing picture.
Racing through the American desert in our dune
buggies explodes our already impressive frame.
I need to stop smoking concerns of other shoppers
because my nausea grows over my own livestock.
Zac Efron as Tom Joad is as hetero as it gets in our
tender and ardent time of glorious economic daybreak.
The vividness of your secret love for it sends sugary
rainbows into the ironing boards of our discontent.
Abstinence Vampires
(for Jonathan Ball)
The problem with rehearsing Shakespeare for
real is the puritan bonbons caught in the margins.
There is clearly something wrong with the boys,
at least, its tough how they act all panoramic.
Imagine Donna Reed as a reverse vampire
except for the missionary style beatdowns.
There is an infection risk inherent in how we
sit so close to the industrial processing fluids.
It’s funny how the rape fantasy isn’t apparent
until the dancing unicorns get too intimate.
We were tired of the current set of tableaus
(Hollywood, Dustbowl, etc), so we planted trees.
Changing what might indicate an end-of-the-world
scenario is quite important in any new century.
Down here on Earth, we’re happy with teenage
boys and their immigrant solution in GTA.
Reading smut is a clear gateway to a college
education since the best guys have a purity about them.
These house-husbands are so fluffy and silly
for letting themselves become totes gay vampires.
Why do you keep looking at the transformer
towers hoping they’ll become steaming geysers?
Yay for one Tiger Beat fangirl who refuses
to divorce her rainbow-fast ejaculations.
Didn’t you know that vampire blood can cure
any possible STD’s including syphillis.
It’s clearly a tattoo that represents how much
I respect and care for all the woodland creatures.
I hope that these half-vampire Juno wannabes
remember to be someone else in their life.
Cuprins
Descriere
Poems of interpersonal disconnection in an era when we are more socially connected than ever before.