no time like now: Poems: Pitt Poetry Series
Autor Andrei Codrescuen Limba Engleză Paperback – 25 mar 2019
In Codrescu’s own words: “I wrote my first book of poems, License to Carry a Gun (Big Table, 1970), when I first lived in New York City, 1967–1970. Those were troubled times and I was 21 years-old. Decades later the city has changed and the times are still troubled. These poems, 2016–2018, try to find out just how changed my dear city and how troubled my days.”
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780822965824
ISBN-10: 0822965828
Pagini: 96
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: University of Pittsburgh Press
Colecția University of Pittsburgh Press
Seria Pitt Poetry Series
ISBN-10: 0822965828
Pagini: 96
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: University of Pittsburgh Press
Colecția University of Pittsburgh Press
Seria Pitt Poetry Series
Recenzii
"With humor and grace, wisdom and tenderness, Codrescu transforms the commonplace into the miraculous. His work is cause for celebration." —Kay Boyle
“In his newest collection of lyric poems, the brilliant Andrei Codrescu reveals himself yet again as our funniest/saddest contemporary bard. Newly returned to New York, the city of his youth, Codrescu the flâneur observes the daily disjunctions of Manhattan life in all their absurdity. Astonishingly honest, bittersweet, hilarious, and heart-breaking: no time like now is a book you must read!” —Marjorie Perloff
"Andrei went there as an adolescent (U.S.); later I came here (France): we have known each other forever. I read his new book no time like now and see how similar (semblable) we remain in a zoo world of cellphone-users with customs. Older ones who have mastered their art are left with the glee of language. These poems also contain plenty of love.” —Alice Notley
"Codrescu lands on a powerful statement on how we can interact with the contemporary world he struggles to write about: 'I was new in America your strings vibrated / in a newness new even to the new world / a world that must be courage itself or die.'" —Josh Cook, LA Review of Books
Notă biografică
Andrei Codrescu was born in Sibiu, Transylvania, Romania, and emigrated to the United States in 1966. He is the author of numerous books: poems, novels, and essays. He founded Exquisite Corpse: A Journal of Books and Ideas and was a regular commentator on NPR’s All Things Considered. Codrescu taught literature and poetry at Johns Hopkins University, the University of Baltimore, and Louisiana State University.
Extras
On form
I know you hate the poignancy of last lines because they sound like “class dismissed. think of the lesson. it’s not multiple choice.” That’s because one expects the door out of the poem at the end whereas it’s at the start. Read it backwards and you are free just like you were before you came into this kind hell. There is no class but the sonnet lurks somewhere like a naked woman behind a curtain on the third floor of the building across the street. I caught a glimpse and I was happy, I didn’t even think I was a man, proof to the contrary. I was a sonnet with a door. Unfinished line, you upset everyone and it’s a good day whatever the lodgings.
I know you hate the poignancy of last lines because they sound like “class dismissed. think of the lesson. it’s not multiple choice.” That’s because one expects the door out of the poem at the end whereas it’s at the start. Read it backwards and you are free just like you were before you came into this kind hell. There is no class but the sonnet lurks somewhere like a naked woman behind a curtain on the third floor of the building across the street. I caught a glimpse and I was happy, I didn’t even think I was a man, proof to the contrary. I was a sonnet with a door. Unfinished line, you upset everyone and it’s a good day whatever the lodgings.