Reality Checkmate: Stahlecker Selections
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781961897380
ISBN-10: 1961897385
Pagini: 104
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.17 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Stahlecker Selections
ISBN-10: 1961897385
Pagini: 104
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.17 kg
Editura: FOUR WAY BOOKS
Colecția Four Way Books
Seria Stahlecker Selections
Recenzii
These debut poems on mortality, identity, and meaning get a thorough and volatile surrealist spin by Daniel Ruiz. Sly, funny, and extravagant, Reality Checkmate evokes life not as it was or is, but how it could be, drenched in paradox and candor. Ruiz’s exciting associations and musical turns have a humanity that grins back at us as we read. Sailors, supermarkets, movies, and other “remnants of empire,” as he puts it, get a fresh coat of enchantment. As Daniel Ruiz writes, “There are no kings, only magicians of the singular...”
—Jane Miller
In Reality Checkmate, Daniel Ruiz tackles reality itself, nimbly assembling and reassembling what we think we know in order to move us toward a greater, more profound feeling. His end game is elegant and swift, and when Reality tips over its king in defeat, it’s Life that comes out the winner, which includes us, too.
—Tomás Q. Morín
Reading Ruiz’s poems feels like discovering a new word for “imagination,” while realizing that the rigid structures of our reality are being subverted and destabilized. His electric language and masterful syntax are charged with the spontaneity and precision of a gymnast somersaulting on psychedelics—each pyrotechnic, acrobatic, and ecstatic movement dismantles the old and reconstructs reality with a fresh, metaphysical vision. Readers are drawn into this process, compelled to help engineer a new world, as Ruiz writes, “when the best virtual / reality helmet there is / is a blindfold.” To read Ruiz is to embody “imagination” itself.
—Shangyang Fang
“An image has no need to narrate,” writes Daniel Ruiz. “It lives in your eye.” Life is full of cause and effect, but art needn’t be. Quietly, and cleverly, Ruiz subverts the authority usually ascribed to authorial voice, preferring instead “the sensation that language, set down on a page, actually furiously moves omnidirectionally.” What is pervasive and persuasive in these poems is the music, the joy in odd words, the veering of imagination into other lanes, other lines, other lives. Shape-shifting, shadows, illusions. So real because none of this is real and yet it all is. Each road leading to other roads.
—DA Powell
—Jane Miller
In Reality Checkmate, Daniel Ruiz tackles reality itself, nimbly assembling and reassembling what we think we know in order to move us toward a greater, more profound feeling. His end game is elegant and swift, and when Reality tips over its king in defeat, it’s Life that comes out the winner, which includes us, too.
—Tomás Q. Morín
Reading Ruiz’s poems feels like discovering a new word for “imagination,” while realizing that the rigid structures of our reality are being subverted and destabilized. His electric language and masterful syntax are charged with the spontaneity and precision of a gymnast somersaulting on psychedelics—each pyrotechnic, acrobatic, and ecstatic movement dismantles the old and reconstructs reality with a fresh, metaphysical vision. Readers are drawn into this process, compelled to help engineer a new world, as Ruiz writes, “when the best virtual / reality helmet there is / is a blindfold.” To read Ruiz is to embody “imagination” itself.
—Shangyang Fang
“An image has no need to narrate,” writes Daniel Ruiz. “It lives in your eye.” Life is full of cause and effect, but art needn’t be. Quietly, and cleverly, Ruiz subverts the authority usually ascribed to authorial voice, preferring instead “the sensation that language, set down on a page, actually furiously moves omnidirectionally.” What is pervasive and persuasive in these poems is the music, the joy in odd words, the veering of imagination into other lanes, other lines, other lives. Shape-shifting, shadows, illusions. So real because none of this is real and yet it all is. Each road leading to other roads.
—DA Powell
Notă biografică
Daniel Ruiz is a Puerto Rican and Cuban poet and translator, a graduate of the Michener Center for Writers and Florida State University, and
a two-time finalist for the National Poetry Series. In 2016, he was a Fulbright Scholar to Chile. Currently, he is pursuing a PhD in English & Literary Arts at the University of Denver, where he edits poetry and translations for the Denver Quarterly.
a two-time finalist for the National Poetry Series. In 2016, he was a Fulbright Scholar to Chile. Currently, he is pursuing a PhD in English & Literary Arts at the University of Denver, where he edits poetry and translations for the Denver Quarterly.
Extras
"Agenda"
All that’s left is to be happy.
We’ve tried letting closing doors
crunch our fingers, reaching
for a bite of white bread; seen
every episode of this season’s
war on a cheap television set;
sat at bus stops mid-flood,
hoping. We have fought back
but forgotten, or tried to forget
the tide of bones the sand sits on
as high tide eats the shore.
You’ve got to stare at a mountain
for centuries to notice it move
an inch. If the moon crumbled,
we’d be the pinball that broke the glass.
But, now, the only thing is to be happy.
We have tried everything else.
All that’s left is to be happy.
We’ve tried letting closing doors
crunch our fingers, reaching
for a bite of white bread; seen
every episode of this season’s
war on a cheap television set;
sat at bus stops mid-flood,
hoping. We have fought back
but forgotten, or tried to forget
the tide of bones the sand sits on
as high tide eats the shore.
You’ve got to stare at a mountain
for centuries to notice it move
an inch. If the moon crumbled,
we’d be the pinball that broke the glass.
But, now, the only thing is to be happy.
We have tried everything else.