Radioapocrypha: OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
Autor BK Fischeren Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 ian 2018
A novella in verse, Radioapocrypha envisions what would have happened if Jesus Christ had arrived for the first time not in Palestine two thousand years ago but in a subdivision in Maryland in 1989, the year Depeche Mode released “Personal Jesus.” In this suburban retelling of the gospel, Jesus is a hunky post-punk high school chemistry teacher and the disciples are a twelve-member garage band. The story unfolds as recorded testimony and overheard teachings, a series of alternating lyric poems, prose poems, and parables that engage the social, sexual, and racial tensions of an era. Told from the point of view of the Magdalen character, named Maren—and drawing from the Gnostic text known as the Gospel of Mary as well as other scriptural sources—these poems sample widely from popular music and 1980s culture to recast and revivify a gritty, surreal, crackpot story of loners, losers, and lovers.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780814254646
ISBN-10: 0814254640
Pagini: 82
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
ISBN-10: 0814254640
Pagini: 82
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria OSU JOURNAL AWARD POETRY
Recenzii
“The New Testament gets a remix in poet B. K. Fischer’s verse novella Radioapocrypha, a pagan rejoinder to the biblical story of redemption. An homage to a 1980s adolescence, it might also be one of the more necessary poetry collections for 2018: Fischer lends us nuanced ways of thinking about faith and fakes, secular shamans and sexual misconduct, deceit and devotion.” —Los Angeles Review of Books
“BK Fischer is ‘our lady’ of the suburban neighborhood with streets named after famous poets—Keats, Spenser, Sidney, Pope. In the course of the book, and particularly through a series of poems whose titles begin ‘Our Lady of,’ Fischer creates characters and paints zones of the American landscape evoking the nostalgia, dread, and abuses we recognize and fear. Amidst the swirling, radioactive decay of curling irons, ear-piercing guns, Keds, and the word ‘slut’ Sharpied on a school locker, Radioapocrypha brilliantly tells the story of community, young adulthood, and the complexities of sexuality in American culture.” —Sandra Simonds
“BK Fischer’s Radioapocrypha is a revelation. Maybe that’s the easy and obvious thing to say about a book that retells the Gospel and situates it in America in 1989? But the revelation here isn’t, or isn’t just, the revelation one might expect from such a book—it’s the revelation of Fischer’s own skill as a poet as the story gains momentum and matches the intensity of the source material. I wouldn’t have thought anybody could pull that off, let alone so well. Not only is Radioapocrypha a revelation, it is a miracle.” —Shane McCrae
“Fischer produces a work as smart, satisfying, and nuanced in its climax as it is as a whole.” —Publisher's Weekly
Notă biografică
BK Fischer is an award-winning poet and poetry editor at Boston Review. Her collections of poetry include Mutiny Gallery and St. Rage’s Vault.
Extras
Parable of the Mower
One airless August afternoon, half a dozen kids
got hired for $3 an hour to pass out a thousand flyers
for the heating and cooling company owned by one
of their dads, covering a neighborhood with streets
named for poets: Keats, Spenser, Sidney, Pope.
Municipal mowers droned from the drainage sloughs
between the houses and ball fields, scattering
grass clippings as they crossed the medians
and idled at the curbs. The only girl in the group
noticed that most of the driveways she climbed
to tuck the rolled-up flyer in the storm door
had oil spots in the shape of horses. On one,
a bloodied mouse was caught under a piece
of green tinsel—when it lifted off the corpse
she saw that it was a swarm of emerald flies.
(Litmus)
You think you can hold a piece of pH paper up to a person and tell if a taste of him will burn the tongue? Dilute your fear. A dye extracted from lichen: blue turns red in the presence of an acid; red turns blue in the presence of an alkali. Boys of the border states, you seem to forget we’re south of the Mason-Dixon in a swamp that would have seceded if Lincoln hadn’t held it under martial law. Draw a sip of the sample into the paper and see. No, I don’t have a perm. What the hell is wrong with you, Jordan—we don’t go around touching people’s hair like it’s a petting zoo. I’ve dined with drummers against my better judgment. I’ve tried to titrate this poison one drop at a time. I’ve tested eighty drams of antidote. We need a deluge. Nobody believes me, but Antron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana, and Korey Wise, held tonight in the 20th precinct in Manhattan, are innocent. We need a water-soluble mixture. We need the rate of forward reaction to exceed the rate of reverse reaction. In a state of equilibrium, reactants and products come to rest in concentrations that have no further tendency to change. No further tendency to change with time. Equilibrium is not peace.
One airless August afternoon, half a dozen kids
got hired for $3 an hour to pass out a thousand flyers
for the heating and cooling company owned by one
of their dads, covering a neighborhood with streets
named for poets: Keats, Spenser, Sidney, Pope.
Municipal mowers droned from the drainage sloughs
between the houses and ball fields, scattering
grass clippings as they crossed the medians
and idled at the curbs. The only girl in the group
noticed that most of the driveways she climbed
to tuck the rolled-up flyer in the storm door
had oil spots in the shape of horses. On one,
a bloodied mouse was caught under a piece
of green tinsel—when it lifted off the corpse
she saw that it was a swarm of emerald flies.
(Litmus)
You think you can hold a piece of pH paper up to a person and tell if a taste of him will burn the tongue? Dilute your fear. A dye extracted from lichen: blue turns red in the presence of an acid; red turns blue in the presence of an alkali. Boys of the border states, you seem to forget we’re south of the Mason-Dixon in a swamp that would have seceded if Lincoln hadn’t held it under martial law. Draw a sip of the sample into the paper and see. No, I don’t have a perm. What the hell is wrong with you, Jordan—we don’t go around touching people’s hair like it’s a petting zoo. I’ve dined with drummers against my better judgment. I’ve tried to titrate this poison one drop at a time. I’ve tested eighty drams of antidote. We need a deluge. Nobody believes me, but Antron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana, and Korey Wise, held tonight in the 20th precinct in Manhattan, are innocent. We need a water-soluble mixture. We need the rate of forward reaction to exceed the rate of reverse reaction. In a state of equilibrium, reactants and products come to rest in concentrations that have no further tendency to change. No further tendency to change with time. Equilibrium is not peace.
Descriere
A suburban retelling of the gospel set in 1989 Maryland, Radioapocrypha is a gritty story of loners, losers, and lovers.