Jelly Roll
Autor Kevin Youngen Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 ian 2005
Vezi toate premiile Carte premiată
National Book Awards (2003), L.A. Times Book Prize (2003)
Sexy and tart, playfully blending an African American idiom with traditional lyric diction, Young’s voice is pure American: joyous in its individualism and singing of the self at its strongest.
From the Hardcover edition.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780375709890
ISBN-10: 0375709894
Pagini: 208
Dimensiuni: 156 x 203 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.28 kg
Editura: Knopf Publishing Group
ISBN-10: 0375709894
Pagini: 208
Dimensiuni: 156 x 203 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.28 kg
Editura: Knopf Publishing Group
Extras
"Chorale"
Quite difficult, belief.
Quite terrible, faith
that the night, again,
will nominate
you a running mate–
that we are of the elect
& have not yet
found out. That the tide
still might toss us up
another–what eyes
& stars, what teeth!
such arms, alive–
someone we will, all
night, keep. Not
just these spiders
that skitter & cobweb,
share my shivering bed.
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"Ditty"
You, rare as Georgia
snow. Falling
hard. quick.
Candle shadow.
The cold
spell that catches
us by surprise.
The too-early blooms,
tricked, gardenias blown about,
circling wind. Green figs.
Nothing stays. I want
to watch you walk
the hall to the cold tile
bathroom--all
night, a lifetime.
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"Harvest Song"
Lover you leave me
autumn, tilling, a man
tending his yard,
or one not even
his own. Outskirts
of town a farmer
one-armed, walks his fields
into fire--my neighbor
on his knees with a razor
trims his lawn. Next door
I am in the pines--
grass thirsting, and up
to here in weeds--
poison, neglect,
I have tried to forget--
nothing works. Let
the birds rabbits
termites have the run
of the place, the worms,
I will take them in
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"Elegy, Niagara Falls"
for Bert King, d. 1996
Here snow starts
but does not
stick--stay--
is not enough
to cover
the bare thaw--
ed ground.
Grief is the god that gets us--
good--in the end--
Here--churches
let out
early--in time
to catch the lunch
special--at my local
hotel. Sunday--
even the bus
boy has your
face. And still
having heard
some days later you
were dead--
I haven't caught
sight--day
From the Hardcover edition.
Quite difficult, belief.
Quite terrible, faith
that the night, again,
will nominate
you a running mate–
that we are of the elect
& have not yet
found out. That the tide
still might toss us up
another–what eyes
& stars, what teeth!
such arms, alive–
someone we will, all
night, keep. Not
just these spiders
that skitter & cobweb,
share my shivering bed.
-----------------------------------------------
"Ditty"
You, rare as Georgia
snow. Falling
hard. quick.
Candle shadow.
The cold
spell that catches
us by surprise.
The too-early blooms,
tricked, gardenias blown about,
circling wind. Green figs.
Nothing stays. I want
to watch you walk
the hall to the cold tile
bathroom--all
night, a lifetime.
**Click here to send this poem as an animated ecard:
http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/ecards/young/ecard.html
-----------------------------------------------
"Harvest Song"
Lover you leave me
autumn, tilling, a man
tending his yard,
or one not even
his own. Outskirts
of town a farmer
one-armed, walks his fields
into fire--my neighbor
on his knees with a razor
trims his lawn. Next door
I am in the pines--
grass thirsting, and up
to here in weeds--
poison, neglect,
I have tried to forget--
nothing works. Let
the birds rabbits
termites have the run
of the place, the worms,
I will take them in
-----------------------------------------------
"Elegy, Niagara Falls"
for Bert King, d. 1996
Here snow starts
but does not
stick--stay--
is not enough
to cover
the bare thaw--
ed ground.
Grief is the god that gets us--
good--in the end--
Here--churches
let out
early--in time
to catch the lunch
special--at my local
hotel. Sunday--
even the bus
boy has your
face. And still
having heard
some days later you
were dead--
I haven't caught
sight--day
From the Hardcover edition.
Notă biografică
Kevin Young’s first book, Most Way Home, was selected for the National Poetry Series and won the Zacharis First Book Award from Ploughshares. His second book of poems, To Repel Ghosts, a “double album” based on the work of the late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat, was a finalist for the James Laughlin Prize from the Academy of American Poets. Young’s poetry and essays have appeared in The New Yorker, The Paris Review, The Kenyon Review, and Callaloo. He is editor of the anthology Giant Steps: The New Generation of African American Writers and the forthcoming Everyman’s Library Pocket Poet anthology Blues Poems. A former Stegner Fellow in Poetry at Stanford University, Young is currently Ruth Lilly Professor of Poetry at Indiana University.
From the Hardcover edition.
From the Hardcover edition.
Recenzii
“It is one thing to acknowledge that the blues are a kind of poetry, but another to produce a book of authentic poetry that constitutes a new kind of blues. Tender, sassy, and just plain cool, the poems in Kevin Young’s Jelly Roll uniquely twine together the roots of both music and language. You can almost hear the three chords in the background.”
—Billy Collins
“In Young’s alchemy, succulent scraps are gathered from daily life, distilled, and emerge, finally, as portable nuggets of home, carried wherever the poet may travel.”
—Voice Literary Supplement
“This poet’s gift of storytelling and understanding of the music inherent in the oral tradition of language re-creates for us an inner history which is compelling and authentic and American.”
—Lucille Clifton
“As a poet, Young is as dazzlingly agile and as hard-hitting as Jack Johnson in his prime.”
—Lorenzo Thomas
“Young takes the great African-American tradition of speaking the pain of love and tosses it gracefully into the air, flips it, twists it, catches it and sets it on its feet again . . . the poems [are] uncannily filled with wit and self-awareness, alive to their very bones, sexy and sad and true . . . Like any great blues, Young’s is universal.”
–Time Out New York
“Young has created a joyful and sorrowing and very funny narrative of love found and lost and selfhood ruefully gained amid the ruins . . . wonderful, linguistically inventive poems in which the old is made new again.”
–Fredric Koeppel, Memphis Commercial Appeal
“Impressive . . . Young uses the blues as a template, fusing popular music and black vernacular and thereby placing himself squarely in the African-American poetic tradition pioneered by such writers as Langston Hughes.”
–David Mills, Washington Post Book World
“Kevin Young has, at age 32, already conquered the heights of the poetry world . . . To its tradition of strong American poets, from Emerson to Eliot to Ashbery, Harvard College can now add Young.”
–George Held, Philadelphia Inquirer
“Enormously refreshing . . . You can hear the sound of this voice alive on the vivid page.”
–Mark Jarman, The Hudson Review
“Splendidly inventive and evocative.”
–Fredric Koeppel, Memphis Commercial Appeal
“Young [is] not only a terrific love poet but one of real emotional variety . . . Young has daringly likened himself . . . to Langston Hughes: this versatile lyric tour de force may well justify the ambitious comparison.”
–Publishers Weekly
“Intimate . . . Young’s utilitarian use of language is often amazing in its ability to convey so much with so few words.”
–Regis Behe, Pittsburgh Tribune
“Young maintains the essence of the blues . . . while reshaping them into vibrant form. . . If blues musician Robert Johnson had collaborated with haiku master Basho, the result might have been Jelly Roll.”
–John Hawn, Indianapolis Star
“A rollicking book of poems filled with calls, hollers and shouts . . . This book rocks and it rolls.”
–David Citino, Columbus Dispatch
“Impressive . . . Young uses the blues as a template, fusing popular music and black vernacular and thereby placing himself squarely in the African-American poetic tradition pioneered by such writers as Langston Hughes.”
–David Mills, Washington Post Book World
“Kevin Young has, at age 32, already conquered the heights of the poetry world . . . To its tradition of strong American poets, from Emerson to Eliot to Ashbery, Harvard College can now add Young.”
–George Held, Philadelphia Inquirer
“Enormously refreshing . . . You can hear the sound of this voice alive on the vivid page.”
–Mark Jarman, The Hudson Review
From the Hardcover edition.
—Billy Collins
“In Young’s alchemy, succulent scraps are gathered from daily life, distilled, and emerge, finally, as portable nuggets of home, carried wherever the poet may travel.”
—Voice Literary Supplement
“This poet’s gift of storytelling and understanding of the music inherent in the oral tradition of language re-creates for us an inner history which is compelling and authentic and American.”
—Lucille Clifton
“As a poet, Young is as dazzlingly agile and as hard-hitting as Jack Johnson in his prime.”
—Lorenzo Thomas
“Young takes the great African-American tradition of speaking the pain of love and tosses it gracefully into the air, flips it, twists it, catches it and sets it on its feet again . . . the poems [are] uncannily filled with wit and self-awareness, alive to their very bones, sexy and sad and true . . . Like any great blues, Young’s is universal.”
–Time Out New York
“Young has created a joyful and sorrowing and very funny narrative of love found and lost and selfhood ruefully gained amid the ruins . . . wonderful, linguistically inventive poems in which the old is made new again.”
–Fredric Koeppel, Memphis Commercial Appeal
“Impressive . . . Young uses the blues as a template, fusing popular music and black vernacular and thereby placing himself squarely in the African-American poetic tradition pioneered by such writers as Langston Hughes.”
–David Mills, Washington Post Book World
“Kevin Young has, at age 32, already conquered the heights of the poetry world . . . To its tradition of strong American poets, from Emerson to Eliot to Ashbery, Harvard College can now add Young.”
–George Held, Philadelphia Inquirer
“Enormously refreshing . . . You can hear the sound of this voice alive on the vivid page.”
–Mark Jarman, The Hudson Review
“Splendidly inventive and evocative.”
–Fredric Koeppel, Memphis Commercial Appeal
“Young [is] not only a terrific love poet but one of real emotional variety . . . Young has daringly likened himself . . . to Langston Hughes: this versatile lyric tour de force may well justify the ambitious comparison.”
–Publishers Weekly
“Intimate . . . Young’s utilitarian use of language is often amazing in its ability to convey so much with so few words.”
–Regis Behe, Pittsburgh Tribune
“Young maintains the essence of the blues . . . while reshaping them into vibrant form. . . If blues musician Robert Johnson had collaborated with haiku master Basho, the result might have been Jelly Roll.”
–John Hawn, Indianapolis Star
“A rollicking book of poems filled with calls, hollers and shouts . . . This book rocks and it rolls.”
–David Citino, Columbus Dispatch
“Impressive . . . Young uses the blues as a template, fusing popular music and black vernacular and thereby placing himself squarely in the African-American poetic tradition pioneered by such writers as Langston Hughes.”
–David Mills, Washington Post Book World
“Kevin Young has, at age 32, already conquered the heights of the poetry world . . . To its tradition of strong American poets, from Emerson to Eliot to Ashbery, Harvard College can now add Young.”
–George Held, Philadelphia Inquirer
“Enormously refreshing . . . You can hear the sound of this voice alive on the vivid page.”
–Mark Jarman, The Hudson Review
From the Hardcover edition.
Descriere
Sexy and tart, playfully blending an African American idiom with traditional lyric diction, Kevin Young's jaunty, intimate collection invents a language as shimmying and comic, as low-down and high-hearted, as the music from which he draws inspiration.
Premii
- National Book Awards Finalist, 2003
- L.A. Times Book Prize Finalist, 2003