Nicole Walker
Auteur de Sustainability: A Love Story (21st Century Essays)
A propos de l'auteur
Nicole Walker is the author of Sustainability: A Love Story; The After-Normal: Brief, Alphabetical Essays on a Changing Planet; and other books. Recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and noted in multiple editions of The Best American Essays, Walker is nonfiction editor afficher plus at Diagram and a professor at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, Arizona. afficher moins
Œuvres de Nicole Walker
Don't Look Back The Story of SAmia Yusuf Omar 1 exemplaire
Plant man The life and Art of Makoto Azuma 1 exemplaire
Building a Better World From Toys to Tools 1 exemplaire
A Bright Idea 1 exemplaire
Sugarfree Cooking, Volume One 1 exemplaire
Sugarfree Cooking, Volume Two 1 exemplaire
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Dear America: Letters of Hope, Habitat, Defiance, and Democracy (2020) — Contributeur — 3 exemplaires
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Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 12
- Aussi par
- 3
- Membres
- 52
- Popularité
- #307,430
- Évaluation
- 3.8
- Critiques
- 2
- ISBN
- 11
What follows are some of my favorites from the collection:
FORKS: “The black soil, packed, makes for quick slithers.”
UNTITLED: “I got stuck on the roof in the sticks / of a birds nest / and I have been there ever since.”
WHAT IS WANTED FROM SUICIDES: The last stanza is devastating. From the notes: “It is the accumulation of erasures that makes her, finally, in the end, choose to leave.”
PSALM: This poem haunts like a snatch of song you just barely remember. I spent two years, from ages 19 to 21, whistling a roughly nine-note melody to strangers and friends alike in hopes of naming this tune I couldn’t get out of my head. Years later, my sister Andrea told me that it was an Anne Murray tune that my mother used to play all the time.
TOPOGRAPHY: Among other things, this poem teaches that ‘owl’ is a transitive verb.
METALEPSIS: Number one, the author should be praised for finally putting Harry Chapin in his place. I hate that song. Number two, this poem is eerie and beautiful and morbidly obsessed. “The cat put up no struggle. / He is cradled between the monkey bars. / Cut him down before the kids can see.”
CLEANSING: I love that someone has built a porch without the attendant house. The last line sounds a perfectly elegiac note. I love it. “White trees crack / their leaves beneath / the wind until / they beat to the ground. / Bring it back.”
THE UNLIKELY ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES: This poem is a real tour de force. Just powerful and cool, and if I knew anything about poetry other than how it makes me feel, I'd launch right now into a technical description that would probably do real justice to just how amazing this poem is. One other cool thing: two of the people mentioned by name in the poem are people I know. It was both cool and weird to see them in this strange context. Also weird to have a kind of memory of the event described. If the poem's last line doesn't spark your imagination, there isn't any hope for you at all:
“It is probable that organs which at a very ancient period served / for respiration have actually converted into organs of flight.”… (plus d'informations)