Greater Ghost: Stahlecker Selections
Autor Christian J. Collieren Limba Engleză Paperback – 15 sep 2024
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781961897106
ISBN-10: 1961897105
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Stahlecker Selections
ISBN-10: 1961897105
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Stahlecker Selections
Recenzii
Christian Collier's evocative poetry collection, Greater Ghost, invites readers on a journey that touches upon themes of faith, hope, and the search for meaning. In "Sauna," he describes breath as a temporary beast, “a frightened deer sometimes sprinting / away & out of view" to underscore the transient nature of life and our constant quest for sustenance and survival. With poignant and vivid imagery, Collier captures fleeting moments of happiness and shadows that often lurk behind them. He writes, "Loss is the language living pours between our teeth. / In a way, we are what sits between two broken bones." This body as a vessel underscores the tension between the internal self and external forces. Don’t wait. Dive into a world where every poem is a discovery. Christian Collier's poems are tender and haunting.
—Ruben Quesada
If “the wound remains an open border,” as Christian J. Collier tells us in Greater Ghost, so, too, does the heart. How else could a poet so brilliantly transmute suffering into metaphor, lamentation into beauty, and the ghosts of his dead into an otherworldly wisdom? I could quote line after line after line of astoundingly gorgeous writing, but the thing I really want you to know is that grief has transformed Collier into someone “perforated and new,” someone who through his own openness has become a portal to truth, and I, for one, hope to never miss another word of that truth.
—Melissa Studdard
With ominous insights and images that provoke both horror and awe, Collier explores the vulnerable ecotones where beings encounter and belong to one another, in love and in grief. When I read this book, I feel the boundaries overflow; I feel mourning’s relentless parade and accept its invitation to a tender ongoingness. Greater Ghost is an incredibly moving collection, both nightmarish and beautiful. Here are poems populated by the dead, pulsing with life.
—Gabrielle Bates
—Ruben Quesada
If “the wound remains an open border,” as Christian J. Collier tells us in Greater Ghost, so, too, does the heart. How else could a poet so brilliantly transmute suffering into metaphor, lamentation into beauty, and the ghosts of his dead into an otherworldly wisdom? I could quote line after line after line of astoundingly gorgeous writing, but the thing I really want you to know is that grief has transformed Collier into someone “perforated and new,” someone who through his own openness has become a portal to truth, and I, for one, hope to never miss another word of that truth.
—Melissa Studdard
With ominous insights and images that provoke both horror and awe, Collier explores the vulnerable ecotones where beings encounter and belong to one another, in love and in grief. When I read this book, I feel the boundaries overflow; I feel mourning’s relentless parade and accept its invitation to a tender ongoingness. Greater Ghost is an incredibly moving collection, both nightmarish and beautiful. Here are poems populated by the dead, pulsing with life.
—Gabrielle Bates
Notă biografică
Christian J. Collier is a Black, Southern writer, arts organizer, and teaching artist who resides in Chattanooga, Tennessee. He is the author of Greater Ghost (Four Way Books, 2024) and the chapbook The Gleaming of the Blade, the 2021 Editors’ Selection from Bull City Press. His works have appeared in December, Hayden’s Ferry Review, North American Review, The Michigan Quarterly Review, and elsewhere. A 2015 Loft Spoken Word Immersion Fellow, he is also the winner of the 2022 Porch Prize in Poetry and the 2020 ProForma Contest from Grist Journal. More about him and his work can be found at www.christianjcollier.com.
Extras
The Men in My Family Disappeared
behind horsefly-laden air & escaped the truth of the hearse.
We shot baskets in our black suits
before the funeral, the gospel was in the rumble of the missed shot
shivering off the backboard,
the soft moan of the free throws that fell
perfectly between the pursed lips of the rim.
Our laughter painted the dark-tinged sea between us, channeled
out from some urn inside the thicket of our organs.
I can’t say if any of us knew where the body goes exactly
once it sifts through the salted colony of the skin, but I know
in the South, we sacred all we can to stay living, holy what is ours
before some rabid hand wrestles it away.
behind horsefly-laden air & escaped the truth of the hearse.
We shot baskets in our black suits
before the funeral, the gospel was in the rumble of the missed shot
shivering off the backboard,
the soft moan of the free throws that fell
perfectly between the pursed lips of the rim.
Our laughter painted the dark-tinged sea between us, channeled
out from some urn inside the thicket of our organs.
I can’t say if any of us knew where the body goes exactly
once it sifts through the salted colony of the skin, but I know
in the South, we sacred all we can to stay living, holy what is ours
before some rabid hand wrestles it away.