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Gloryland

Autor Anne Marie Macari
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 aug 2005

Gloryland re-examines motherhood, death, birth, and rebirth, drawing on religious and secular creation myths to enact a feminist religion. Bold, rich lyrics reveal the grand in the domestic, claiming the physical as an essential part of the -female experience, declaring that to live fully in the body is the truest, bravest, and most glorious form of worship.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781882295500
ISBN-10: 1882295501
Pagini: 75
Dimensiuni: 142 x 216 x 7 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Ediția:New.
Editura: ALICE JAMES BOOKS
Colecția Alice James Books

Recenzii

“Ann Marie Macari’s powerful poems make poetic speech seem an utterly natural act. She is the latest ambassador of a great lineage of strong poets whose subject is blood-knowledge. Sexual without needing to be seductive, spiritual without being sentimental, tough and full-bodied, I like so very much the way the poems are always in hot pursuit of the serious mysteries (kinship, sex, mortality)—at once blind and deeply intelligent, pushing into the underbrush of knowing. Gloryland is a sensational collection.”—Tony Hoagland
"This is what poetry does for me when it opens the self and enters the deep places, the sea bottom where our lonely islands are connected. It gives joy." —Alicia Ostriker


Notă biografică

Anne Marie Macari’s first book, Ivory Cradle, won the APR/Honickman First Book Prize in 2000. Her poems have been published in many magazines, such as TriQuarterly, The American Poetry Review, Five Points, and The Iowa Review. Macari is on the core faculty of the New England College low residency MFA program.


Extras


Book One
Light was being, held by her own hands or
touched like water burning bare skin.
In the beginning meant learning to see: a thousand
kinds of green, the vine-crawl along rocks,
the groping mouths of flowers. In the beginning
all they knew was yes, so when the first no
settled quietly around the tree
they thought it birdsong, it took days or weeks
for them to even notice its echo
in the leaves, an absence really, the start of loss.
Later, when the suffering began, who could
she turn to and say: I didn’t ask to be born,
squatting, the light separate and cold, distant
as God, and she, already, refusing to kneel.

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Anne Marie Macari's breathtaking second collection finds unapologetic revelation in the female body.