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Zusatztext Praise for Ann Lauterbach’s most recent collection! Under the Sign : “For almost four decades! Lauterbach has kept asking! in poem after allusive poem! how wisdom arrives! how senses make sense! how art matters and happens—and what love! and loss! have to do with it . . . her poems ‘make nothing happen!’ except a way to think hard—and to hold out hope for thought to occur.” — Boston Review “As a poet! Lauterbach is nothing if not versatile in content and form. . . . Her register is resolutely multivalent. . . . She challenges and enchants.” — The Rumpus “Enacting insight! intuition! elegance! and humor! these poems are! in a phrase coined by fellow individualist Frederick Seidel! ‘daggers that sing.’” — Rain Taxi Informationen zum Autor Ann Lauterbach Klappentext A new collection of provocative work from the author of Or To Begin Again ! a finalist for the 2009 National Book Award in Poetry Ann Lauterbach is one of America's most inventive poets! acclaimed for her fierce! sensuous! and intellectually charged work. In her tenth collection! Spell ! Lauterbach activates the many meanings of "spell": her sense that the world is under a spell from which it must awaken! to spells of passing weather! to her desire to spell out life's difficulties and wonders! and how sin-gle words (and their etymologies) might inform and enlighten our contemporary condition. In short poems! poem sequences! and a series of "Conversations with Evening!" Lauterbach calls upon all her imaginative resources to locate a new hybrid poetics of reality! with wit! urgency! and candor. Leseprobe PAUSE The arc of distance is partial. A continuum belated us, like the slow-?motion spit of a shaman. Friendships went south. We could not name our freedoms, only the pause between days in which all matters of belonging densely accrued, then scattered. I could not wake up. She wore a tiara and spoke rapidly into the swollen air, youthful and eager, in bliss for that, while I changed into a shadow just as the oil, heating in the kitchen, began to snarl and a single mosquito itched against the screen, wanting out, or blood. The arc of distance is partial. The sun set into its given, not prone to regret or sorrow. I’ll stay in the thick jungle’s weeds, without expertise, and mystify the brand. A quotidian logic animates the scene, heads nodding, hands busy under cover of night. I’ll stay here by the leaves yellowing in their dotage, among sentences dangling on webs and irreducible to the temptation to flee. I’ll be here in the ancient shade of a crass belligerent god, huge on a high wire, teetering over an abyss. I’m here, sweetheart, dressed in my skin, ready There is some kindness in the zone of farewell: handing over the towel, removing the shoes, looking away from the hanging figure’s heavy pain, sending a note: Beloved, I regret you were not able to continue on this path we made together, but did not follow, and that your mouth fit so easily over its lies like a kiss. No matter. We are severed from the memorial’s agenda, which has, as you know, moved on without us. The light is blue-?gray and the evidence of harm has been removed, swept under the great litter they call what happened . Zusammenfassung A new collection of provocative work from the author of Or To Begin Again , a finalist for the 2009 National Book Award in Poetry Ann Lauterbach is one of America's most inventive poets, acclaimed for her fierce, sensuous, and intellectually charged work. In her tenth collection, Spell , Lauterbach activates the many meanings of "spell": her sense that th...
