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Playing the Black Piano: Poems

Autor Bill Holm
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 17 feb 2004

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Like Whitman's, Holm's poems celebrate the vitality of life--whether found in music or food or people. Moving across the surface of contemporary America and the world, from Oregon forests to the deserts around Tuscon, from the endless marketing of phones to the experience of an MRI, Holm comments with humor, biting commentary, and ultimately affection on the waywardness of the human race. The book includes tributes to Art Tatum, Glenn Gould, and many classical composers, as well as poems of the moment--marking the falling of the Twin Towers or the death of Paul Wellstone. The first section of the book reflects Holm's long experience in China and Iceland (wonderful poems about perspective and distance). The second section reflects Holm's ongoing love affair with music wherever he finds it, from Bach to jazz, from China to Minnesota. Parts 3 and 4, Free Market Wind and The World is Enough, are engaged with the world as we know it--sometimes depressing in its vacuity, often absurd, sometimes heartbreaking, but ultimately a place we would much rather be than not to be at all. The last section of the book is a spirited elegy to the dying and death by AIDS of his close friend.
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ISBN-13: 9781571314178
ISBN-10: 1571314172
Pagini: 144
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 11 mm
Greutate: 0.22 kg
Editura: Milkweed Editions
Colecția Milkweed Editions
Locul publicării:Canada

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In Playing the Black Piano, poet Bill Holm confronts themes of aging, AIDS, friendship, and music, revealing an everyman sensibility that celebrates the beauty, truth, and evanescence of everyday life. Typical is “Playing Haydn for the Angel of Death,” in which the reaper sits in a straight-backed chair in the side yard, in no hurry to claim his due as long as strains of Haydn drift through the window to amuse and distract him.

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