Maybe the Saddest Thing: Poems
Autor Marcus Wickeren Limba Engleză Paperback – 22 oct 2012
“Keats, too, would have admired the holy truth of Marcus Wicker, whose lyric wizardry astounds the ear.” —D.A. Powell
Winner of the 2011 National Poetry Series Prize as selected by D.A. Powell, Marcus Wicker's Maybe the Saddest Thing is a sterling collection of contemporary American poems by an exciting new and emerging voice.
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ISBN-13: 9780062191014
ISBN-10: 0062191012
Pagini: 96
Dimensiuni: 135 x 203 x 5 mm
Greutate: 0.05 kg
Editura: HarperCollins Publishers
Colecția Ecco
ISBN-10: 0062191012
Pagini: 96
Dimensiuni: 135 x 203 x 5 mm
Greutate: 0.05 kg
Editura: HarperCollins Publishers
Colecția Ecco
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Winner of the 2011 National Poetry Series Prize as selected by D.A. Powell, Marcus Wicker's Maybe the Saddest Thing is a sterling collection of contemporary American poems by an exciting new and emerging voice.
Recenzii
“Dense with echo and vibrant with syncopation, Wicker’s debut deploys a festive panoply of characters from African-American culture and music to make serious claims about memory, sadness, race, self-consciousness, and desire.” — Publishers Weekly
“Flashing and dipping. Sampling and riffing. Action painting meets the pop of hip-hop. Here is a dashing figure of speech and preach, a lovepoet to the stars. In the words of L.L. Cool J.: ‘Bring in the funk, baby.’ ‘I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections, and the truth of the Imagination,’ wrote Keats. Keats, too, would have admired the holy truth of Marcus Wicker, whose lyric wizardry astounds the ear in conclamant melodies and astonishes the eye ‘like a shard of glass catches a beam’.” — D.A. Powell
“Reading Maybe the Saddest Thing I was reminded of “Thieves in the Night,” the classic Black Star track which turns a passage from Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye into a biting, tender refrain. Marcus Wicker has, as Mos Def and Talib Kweli did, made an art that bridges cultures. These gregarious poems shine with metaphors born of inquiry and affection, heartbreak and hilarity. The dialogues, love letters, and reflections throughout this wonderful debut show us what it is to be in vigilant conversation with the world and with the self.” — Terrance Hayes
“Wicker preaches an urgent gospel of pop-culture, desire, adolescence, race, and family, that says “Hell yes” to the world with deft turns of phrase, and a rhythmic inventiveness that hurtles down the page. This fearless debut will make your head spin, your heart strut.” — Erika Meitner
“Flashing and dipping. Sampling and riffing. Action painting meets the pop of hip-hop. Here is a dashing figure of speech and preach, a lovepoet to the stars. In the words of L.L. Cool J.: ‘Bring in the funk, baby.’ ‘I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections, and the truth of the Imagination,’ wrote Keats. Keats, too, would have admired the holy truth of Marcus Wicker, whose lyric wizardry astounds the ear in conclamant melodies and astonishes the eye ‘like a shard of glass catches a beam’.” — D.A. Powell
“Reading Maybe the Saddest Thing I was reminded of “Thieves in the Night,” the classic Black Star track which turns a passage from Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye into a biting, tender refrain. Marcus Wicker has, as Mos Def and Talib Kweli did, made an art that bridges cultures. These gregarious poems shine with metaphors born of inquiry and affection, heartbreak and hilarity. The dialogues, love letters, and reflections throughout this wonderful debut show us what it is to be in vigilant conversation with the world and with the self.” — Terrance Hayes
“Wicker preaches an urgent gospel of pop-culture, desire, adolescence, race, and family, that says “Hell yes” to the world with deft turns of phrase, and a rhythmic inventiveness that hurtles down the page. This fearless debut will make your head spin, your heart strut.” — Erika Meitner