Her Book
Autor Eireann Lorsungen Limba Engleză Paperback – 29 iul 2013
With intelligence and crystalline clarity, a chorus of female voices speaks through the poems in Her book, Éireann Lorsung's inspired second collection.
From the poet who brought us Music For Landing Planes By, Éireann Lorsung’s luminous voice is distilled through multiple unnamed female speakers in this, her second collection. Full of youth, wonder, and imagination, Her book crosses distances and generations to celebrate the lives of women, their individual and shared experiences, and the bonds that bring them together. This is also a book about translation (of experience into art, of knowledge across time and space) and conversation (with, for instance, work by Kiki Smith, widely known as a feminist artist). Lorsung writes additionally about her time spent in England and friendships she formed with women there. Together these poems comprise both her book (Lorsung’s), and hers (encompassing all who identify with that word).
From the poet who brought us Music For Landing Planes By, Éireann Lorsung’s luminous voice is distilled through multiple unnamed female speakers in this, her second collection. Full of youth, wonder, and imagination, Her book crosses distances and generations to celebrate the lives of women, their individual and shared experiences, and the bonds that bring them together. This is also a book about translation (of experience into art, of knowledge across time and space) and conversation (with, for instance, work by Kiki Smith, widely known as a feminist artist). Lorsung writes additionally about her time spent in England and friendships she formed with women there. Together these poems comprise both her book (Lorsung’s), and hers (encompassing all who identify with that word).
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781571314338
ISBN-10: 1571314334
Pagini: 76
Dimensiuni: 175 x 175 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Milkweed Editions
ISBN-10: 1571314334
Pagini: 76
Dimensiuni: 175 x 175 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Milkweed Editions
Cuprins
1 / Fifteen poems for Kiki Smith
Revelation
Carrier (standing woman carrying wolf)
Standing
Rapture
Untitled (camera)
Girl with chain
It falls into ruin by its own weight
Scaffold body
Daughters
Dowry cloth
Honey brain
The cells—the moon
Familiars
Stars and scat
Blue blanket
2 / Girllife
First principles
Historical fragment
Pink
A collection of beauties at the height of their popularity
And so the last day came, and the last hour of the last day
Bee summer
City pleasure
England, or the continent I had in mind when I came here
Sweets
Live bees
The birdwoman at Grasmere
Smooth stone, fox
How it all began
Historical fragment
The birdwoman in the cathedral
International postage coupon
Bird construction
Honey
3 / Reconstruction
Autoportrait tree
Post
Think on the lilies of the field
Listening to other people's praying
Creation tune
Sewing together
Quilt with birds
Eating the archive
Single page drawing
Transubstantiation
Revelation
Carrier (standing woman carrying wolf)
Standing
Rapture
Untitled (camera)
Girl with chain
It falls into ruin by its own weight
Scaffold body
Daughters
Dowry cloth
Honey brain
The cells—the moon
Familiars
Stars and scat
Blue blanket
2 / Girllife
First principles
Historical fragment
Pink
A collection of beauties at the height of their popularity
And so the last day came, and the last hour of the last day
Bee summer
City pleasure
England, or the continent I had in mind when I came here
Sweets
Live bees
The birdwoman at Grasmere
Smooth stone, fox
How it all began
Historical fragment
The birdwoman in the cathedral
International postage coupon
Bird construction
Honey
3 / Reconstruction
Autoportrait tree
Post
Think on the lilies of the field
Listening to other people's praying
Creation tune
Sewing together
Quilt with birds
Eating the archive
Single page drawing
Transubstantiation
Recenzii
"In Her book, Éireann Lorsung inhabits the uncertain and fluid boundaries between the body and the world, the self and the other. For the poet, the word searches out the image and gives it substance. For the reader, these poems offer a materiality of their own: [The body’s] ‘speech packs around it like wasp/ paper. Speaking a thin, permanent/ archive.’ The poems in this volume breach the ordinary parameters of space, time, and sense perception. To experience them is to occupy the space between in a surprising and yet subtle way.”
—Kathleen Jesme
“Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside of us all, Her book resurrects the enchanting power of personal and historically feminine mythology. Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical, Lorsung’s work opens a door to an unusually radiant universe where everything within is set ablaze by pure wonderment.”
—Ada Limón
“Éireann Lorsung's Her book has something of the gurlesque to it: ‘The most gentle apocalypse in the world.’ But this will lead the reader, with remarkable sureness, not toward the viscera of the gender spectacle revealed via exaggeration, but rather into the miniature, the closely observed, the travesties and utopias of the quietest moments. It is from these moments that the whole is constructed, the molecules that compose both her book and her life in a ‘Collision of the cellular level and the structures.’ It is an aching and eloquent whole indeed.”
—Joshua Clover
"There is always a voice in Lorsung's book 'calling you to wilderness,' and the result is pitch-perfect language coupled with astounding imagery. These highly confident poems make up a wonderful debut collection."
—American Poet
"In this amazing first book, Éireann Lorsung enters deeply into the everyday—only to emerge awestruck, open, and generous. In her hands both the world and the word are transformed into something radiant."
—Nick Flynn
"Music for Landing Planes By is a young woman's loves song to the planet. Images flock from a vivid pastoral world, uncarded fleece, wrens in thatch, chaff, lathe, and hasp, joining the speaker in her effort to stitch prayer and dream, city and country, into one shimmering fabric of ardor."
—Leslie Adrienne Miller
—Kathleen Jesme
“Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside of us all, Her book resurrects the enchanting power of personal and historically feminine mythology. Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical, Lorsung’s work opens a door to an unusually radiant universe where everything within is set ablaze by pure wonderment.”
—Ada Limón
“Éireann Lorsung's Her book has something of the gurlesque to it: ‘The most gentle apocalypse in the world.’ But this will lead the reader, with remarkable sureness, not toward the viscera of the gender spectacle revealed via exaggeration, but rather into the miniature, the closely observed, the travesties and utopias of the quietest moments. It is from these moments that the whole is constructed, the molecules that compose both her book and her life in a ‘Collision of the cellular level and the structures.’ It is an aching and eloquent whole indeed.”
—Joshua Clover
"There is always a voice in Lorsung's book 'calling you to wilderness,' and the result is pitch-perfect language coupled with astounding imagery. These highly confident poems make up a wonderful debut collection."
—American Poet
"In this amazing first book, Éireann Lorsung enters deeply into the everyday—only to emerge awestruck, open, and generous. In her hands both the world and the word are transformed into something radiant."
—Nick Flynn
"Music for Landing Planes By is a young woman's loves song to the planet. Images flock from a vivid pastoral world, uncarded fleece, wrens in thatch, chaff, lathe, and hasp, joining the speaker in her effort to stitch prayer and dream, city and country, into one shimmering fabric of ardor."
—Leslie Adrienne Miller
"In "Her book," Eireann Lorsung inhabits the uncertain and fluid boundaries between the body and the world, the self and the other. For the poet, the word searches out the image and gives it substance. For the reader, these poems offer a materiality of their own: [The body's] 'speech packs around it like wasp/ paper. Speaking a thin, permanent/ archive.' The poems in this volume breach the ordinary parameters of space, time, and sense perception. To experience them is to occupy the space between in a surprising and yet subtle way."--Kathleen Jesme "Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside of us all, "Her book" resurrects the enchanting power of personal and historically feminine mythology. Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical, Lorsung's work opens a door to an unusually radiant universe where everything within is set ablaze by pure wonderment."--Ada Limon "Eireann Lorsung's "Her book" has something of the gurlesque to it: 'The most gentle apocalypse in the world.' But this will lead the reader, with remarkable sureness, not toward the viscera of the gender spectacle revealed via exaggeration, but rather into the miniature, the closely observed, the travesties and utopias of the quietest moments. It is from these moments that the whole is constructed, the molecules that compose both her book and her life in a 'Collision of the cellular level and the structures.' It is an aching and eloquent whole indeed."--Joshua Clover "There is always a voice in Lorsung's book 'calling you to wilderness, ' and the result is pitch-perfect language coupled with astounding imagery. These highly confident poems make up a wonderful debut collection."--"American Poet" "In this amazing first book, Eireann Lorsung enters deeply into the everyday--only to emerge awestruck, open, and generous.>
Notă biografică
Native Minnesotan Éireann Lorsung's first book, Music for Landing Planes By, was published by Milkweed in 2007. Since then, she has lived in France, the UK, and Belgium. Lorsung edits the journal 1110 and co-runs MIEL Books, a small press.
Extras
Carrier (standing woman carrying wolf)
after Kiki Smith
She was preaching no sermon except
the one that goes love thyself, sinner, and love
them animals, the ones running past you
in the night when you can hardly breathe
their fur gets so close and all you want to do
is pass out so you don't remember how good
they smell and if you want to be one.
First principles
In the beginning was the labyrinth.
It was the size of a continent, the inside
of a jar she carried in her shoulder
bag, swinging while she walked.
Sometimes she didn’t know it was there
but underneath everything walls
would rise, hold
up construction of new roads, and
she would reknow: it was there, she
had seen it. The labyrinth covered
everything in questions.
It opened windows to the sea
where no sea should have been.
She entered it daily:
she never wore a watch, she carried
Nothing with her, or she carried
her knitting, she emptied
the canvas bag at every turn
and filled it
with sand, guitar
strings, replicas of Macchu Picchu
and Neruda’s house. Nothing
was enough. The labyrinth
followed her from one edge
of the world to another.
It was all around her, like her mother’s love.
Every morning she reentered
the labyrinth from the labyrinth.
The smell of the sea that wasn’t there.
The clicking shadows of laurel trees
and their scent; she was full
without eating. Outside
were shores and straw
boats and the ends of strings leading
from the center. The jar
she carried was lighter
and lighter as the labyrinth went out into the world.
Post
The letter arrived after waiting for it.
By letter we mean a drawing folded in half.
We watched it uncrease.
By drawing we mean a woman lying on the floor.
We've been believing in the posts so long it's second nature now.
Days go through us without a single doubt.
Airmail, that's the future speed.
Have you noticed how uncertain some addresses feel these days?
Ignore that.
Go and see if there's nothing in the mail.
after Kiki Smith
She was preaching no sermon except
the one that goes love thyself, sinner, and love
them animals, the ones running past you
in the night when you can hardly breathe
their fur gets so close and all you want to do
is pass out so you don't remember how good
they smell and if you want to be one.
First principles
In the beginning was the labyrinth.
It was the size of a continent, the inside
of a jar she carried in her shoulder
bag, swinging while she walked.
Sometimes she didn’t know it was there
but underneath everything walls
would rise, hold
up construction of new roads, and
she would reknow: it was there, she
had seen it. The labyrinth covered
everything in questions.
It opened windows to the sea
where no sea should have been.
She entered it daily:
she never wore a watch, she carried
Nothing with her, or she carried
her knitting, she emptied
the canvas bag at every turn
and filled it
with sand, guitar
strings, replicas of Macchu Picchu
and Neruda’s house. Nothing
was enough. The labyrinth
followed her from one edge
of the world to another.
It was all around her, like her mother’s love.
Every morning she reentered
the labyrinth from the labyrinth.
The smell of the sea that wasn’t there.
The clicking shadows of laurel trees
and their scent; she was full
without eating. Outside
were shores and straw
boats and the ends of strings leading
from the center. The jar
she carried was lighter
and lighter as the labyrinth went out into the world.
Post
The letter arrived after waiting for it.
By letter we mean a drawing folded in half.
We watched it uncrease.
By drawing we mean a woman lying on the floor.
We've been believing in the posts so long it's second nature now.
Days go through us without a single doubt.
Airmail, that's the future speed.
Have you noticed how uncertain some addresses feel these days?
Ignore that.
Go and see if there's nothing in the mail.
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praise for Her book
“In Her book, Éireann Lorsung inhabits the uncertain and fluid boundaries between the body and the world, the self and the other. For the poet, the word searches out the image and gives it substance. For the reader, these poems offer a materiality of their own: The body’s ‘speech packs around it like wasp / paper. Speaking a thin, permanent / archive.’ The poems in this volume breach the ordinary parameters of space, time, and sense perception. To experience them is to occupy the space between in a surprising and yet subtle way.” —KATHLEEN JESME
“Her book has something of the gurlesque to it: ‘The most gentle apocalypse in the world.’ But this will lead the reader, with remarkable sureness, not toward the viscera of the gender spectacle revealed via exaggeration, but rather into the miniature, the closely observed, the travesties and utopias of the quietest moments. It is from these moments that the whole is constructed, the molecules that compose both her book and her life in a ‘Collision of the cellular level and the structures.’ It is an aching and eloquent whole indeed.” —JOSHUA CLOVER
“Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside us all, Her book resurrects the enchanting power of personal and historically feminine mythology. Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical, Lorsung’s work opens a door to an unusually radiant universe where everything within is set ablaze by pure wonderment.” —ADA LIMÓN
praise for Music for Landing Planes By
“In this amazing first book, Éireann Lorsung enters deeply into the everyday--only to emerge awestruck, open, and generous. In her hands both the world and the word are transformed into something radiant.” —NICK FLYNN
“Music for Landing Planes By is a young woman’s love song to the planet. Images flock from a vivid pastoral world, uncarded fleece, wrens in thatch, chaff, lathe and hasp, joining the speaker in her effort to stitch prayer and dream, city and country, into one shimmering fabric of ardor.” —LESLIE ADRIENNE MILLER
Éireann Lorsung’s first book, Music for Landing Planes By, was named a New and Noteworthy collection by Poets &Writers. Since receiving her MFA from the University of Minnesota, she has lived in France and the U.K. Lorsung now edits the journal 1110 and co-runs MIEL Books. She lives in Belgium.
Cover design by Gretchen Achilles/Wavetrap Design
Cover art © Kiki Smith and Universal Limited Art Editions, Inc.
“In Her book, Éireann Lorsung inhabits the uncertain and fluid boundaries between the body and the world, the self and the other. For the poet, the word searches out the image and gives it substance. For the reader, these poems offer a materiality of their own: The body’s ‘speech packs around it like wasp / paper. Speaking a thin, permanent / archive.’ The poems in this volume breach the ordinary parameters of space, time, and sense perception. To experience them is to occupy the space between in a surprising and yet subtle way.” —KATHLEEN JESME
“Her book has something of the gurlesque to it: ‘The most gentle apocalypse in the world.’ But this will lead the reader, with remarkable sureness, not toward the viscera of the gender spectacle revealed via exaggeration, but rather into the miniature, the closely observed, the travesties and utopias of the quietest moments. It is from these moments that the whole is constructed, the molecules that compose both her book and her life in a ‘Collision of the cellular level and the structures.’ It is an aching and eloquent whole indeed.” —JOSHUA CLOVER
“Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside us all, Her book resurrects the enchanting power of personal and historically feminine mythology. Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical, Lorsung’s work opens a door to an unusually radiant universe where everything within is set ablaze by pure wonderment.” —ADA LIMÓN
praise for Music for Landing Planes By
“In this amazing first book, Éireann Lorsung enters deeply into the everyday--only to emerge awestruck, open, and generous. In her hands both the world and the word are transformed into something radiant.” —NICK FLYNN
“Music for Landing Planes By is a young woman’s love song to the planet. Images flock from a vivid pastoral world, uncarded fleece, wrens in thatch, chaff, lathe and hasp, joining the speaker in her effort to stitch prayer and dream, city and country, into one shimmering fabric of ardor.” —LESLIE ADRIENNE MILLER
Éireann Lorsung’s first book, Music for Landing Planes By, was named a New and Noteworthy collection by Poets &Writers. Since receiving her MFA from the University of Minnesota, she has lived in France and the U.K. Lorsung now edits the journal 1110 and co-runs MIEL Books. She lives in Belgium.
Cover design by Gretchen Achilles/Wavetrap Design
Cover art © Kiki Smith and Universal Limited Art Editions, Inc.