PLEASURE
Autor Angelo Nikolopoulosen Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 feb 2022
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781954245082
ISBN-10: 1954245084
Pagini: 80
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
ISBN-10: 1954245084
Pagini: 80
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Recenzii
“PLEASURE is a refined, sustained lyric on joy, arousal, solitude, and the art of being a single queer man in a world that wants everything paired up like spice shakers or kidneys. Abasement and abandonment rear their sweet heads, too, and are not shame markers but elations. Fifty years after Stonewall we are still learning how to lift ourselves up as worthy recipients of pleasure in its finest gladrags.”
—D.A. Powell
“PLEASURE is an elegant poem/essay on family, on solitude, on expatriation; on self-constitution through reading and literary absorption. Nikolopoulos’s specificity about erotic encounters is enchanting and ethically succulent—worthy of his predecessors and models: Genet, Barthes, Guibert. It is thrilling to see how these poems emerge from the emergencies and delectations of daily experience; thrilling to see how the poet has made, of his tempests and agons and inspirations, a new form, a new way of being lyrical, experimental, libidinous, all at once. Maybe the least fussy and the most direct thing I could say is that I couldn’t stop reading the book once I’d started: never did a hitch or solecism or doldrum impede my pleasure.”
—Wayne Koestenbaum
"These poems almost feel translated; the thereness is mature, half a song, blatant. PLEASURE is such a beautiful book."
—Eileen Myles
"I love PLEASURE, especially when it hurts, or when it is about hurting. I want to use all the contradictions to describe these poems: sexy, indecent, filthy in all the right ways, while at the same time precise, somehow decorous, syntactically exact. I don't know how Nikolopoulos manages to write in a voice that feels both hyper-contemporary and timeless; but here is a thrilling, staggering talent."
—Justin Torres
—D.A. Powell
“PLEASURE is an elegant poem/essay on family, on solitude, on expatriation; on self-constitution through reading and literary absorption. Nikolopoulos’s specificity about erotic encounters is enchanting and ethically succulent—worthy of his predecessors and models: Genet, Barthes, Guibert. It is thrilling to see how these poems emerge from the emergencies and delectations of daily experience; thrilling to see how the poet has made, of his tempests and agons and inspirations, a new form, a new way of being lyrical, experimental, libidinous, all at once. Maybe the least fussy and the most direct thing I could say is that I couldn’t stop reading the book once I’d started: never did a hitch or solecism or doldrum impede my pleasure.”
—Wayne Koestenbaum
"These poems almost feel translated; the thereness is mature, half a song, blatant. PLEASURE is such a beautiful book."
—Eileen Myles
"I love PLEASURE, especially when it hurts, or when it is about hurting. I want to use all the contradictions to describe these poems: sexy, indecent, filthy in all the right ways, while at the same time precise, somehow decorous, syntactically exact. I don't know how Nikolopoulos manages to write in a voice that feels both hyper-contemporary and timeless; but here is a thrilling, staggering talent."
—Justin Torres
Notă biografică
Angelo Nikolopoulos is the author of Obscenely Yours (Alice James Books) and PLEASURE. His poems have appeared in Best American Poetry, Best New Poets, Boston Review, Fence, The Los Angeles Review, Tin House, and elsewhere. Winner of the 2011 “Discovery” / Boston Review Poetry Contest, he has received fellowships from the Jerome Foundation, MacDowell Colony, and the Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts. A former Teach for America high school teacher, he has taught Creative Writing at New York University and Rutgers University. He teaches at Hunter College and lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Extras
"Beyond Language"
A row of seven cypress trees, religiously tall,
hedges the field below, itself in turn
water-hedged by mineral coastal blue.
Why seven? Why have you come here?
Not another soul for miles.
You will find much beauty here
Mrs. Ioanna says opening the balcony door.
Beneath the field, though I’ve yet to see it,
a cliff points over the craggy shore.
I came to test whether it’s true—
if the best things happen to you when you’re alone.
Maybe in the end you’ll find nothing useful here,
my mind says. You are old, you have done
terrible things. In the dusk, beyond language,
the field empties itself of color.
A row of seven cypress trees, religiously tall,
hedges the field below, itself in turn
water-hedged by mineral coastal blue.
Why seven? Why have you come here?
Not another soul for miles.
You will find much beauty here
Mrs. Ioanna says opening the balcony door.
Beneath the field, though I’ve yet to see it,
a cliff points over the craggy shore.
I came to test whether it’s true—
if the best things happen to you when you’re alone.
Maybe in the end you’ll find nothing useful here,
my mind says. You are old, you have done
terrible things. In the dusk, beyond language,
the field empties itself of color.