M Sarki
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Œuvres de M Sarki
Shorter Prose: Ponzil, the Pistolero, and his Comedy of Combustion, a Different World from Olive Listed's, and Max Lane (2013) 5 exemplaires
Any Fucking Day 2 exemplaires
Unsaid v4.n1 2 exemplaires
Unsaid v5.n1 2 exemplaires
Étiqueté
Partage des connaissances
- Nom canonique
- Sarki, M
- Nom légal
- Sarki, Michael Thomas
- Date de naissance
- 1953-12-06
- Nationalité
- USA
- Pays (pour la carte)
- USA
- Lieu de naissance
- East Tawas , Michigan
- Études
- self taught
- Professions
- carpenter
sales representative
writer - Relations
- Lane, Beverly (spouse)
- Organisations
- Coffee Club
- Agent
- Sabottai Hermann
- Courte biographie
- Besides being a poet with four collections published, M Sarki is a painter and photographer. He likes fine coffee and long walks, as well as his good woman.
M Sarki has written, directed, and produced six short films titled Gnoman's Bois de Rose, Biscuits and Striola , The Tools of Migrant Hunters, My Father's Kitchen, GL, and Cropped Out 2010. More details to follow. Also the author of the feature film screenplay, Alphonso Bow.
Sarki's work is on the strong side, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Every syllable, consonant, verb, and phoneme counts. Art moves the body; is "unexampled in its feeling". There is much to hate, or to be left feeling a little too uncomfortable with, in good art. To recognize the position of power from which it ventured forth certainly is deserving of respect. And reverently.
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M. Sarki is a GR friend, with whom I share a love of Walser and Sebald, among others. He's also a talented poet and writer, who sent me a copy of his latest work in return for an honest review. It's a pleasure to report that I am certain I would be captivated by Shorter Prose even if I didn't know Sarki at all.
There's something special about poets' approach to writing prose, and Sarki's Shorter Prose is no exception. I especially found that attention to sounds and rhythms, a delight in words, in the first and longest piece in this collection, "Ponzil, the Pistelero, and His Comedy of Combustion." In this prose piece, the narrator describes his childhood and adolescences in East Tawas, MI, a small town in which the Lutheran church cast a long shadow on his life, where he would be haunted by his being called "stupid" by the produce man at the A&P, where he came up against his father's disappointment in his not being a good Lutheran, not being smart, not fitting in better. The structure of this piece is beautifully crafted, with repetition of certain themes and people and stories from the narrator's past, all swirling together and carrying the reader on a sea of words and a perspective that could not be confined by the expectations of his neighbors in East Tawas. Faded family photographs, scans of childhood drawings, and ads from newspapers provide a visual accompaniment, but I was carried away by Sarki's writing -- insisting that white tissue paper is filmsy, not flimsy; reminding us of the magic of a plastic brontosaurus; considering the appropriateness of using the word avoirdupois. Later in this opening piece, he says, "In my case words become my playthings," for which I as his reader am thankful.
Highly recommended for lovers of language, appreciators of genre-breaking approaches to memoir and fiction and prose and poetry, and adventuresome readers willing to experience the frustration and limits of living in a small town, and the resilience of an imagination that refuses to see the world as everyone else does.… (plus d'informations)
There's something special about poets' approach to writing prose, and Sarki's Shorter Prose is no exception. I especially found that attention to sounds and rhythms, a delight in words, in the first and longest piece in this collection, "Ponzil, the Pistelero, and His Comedy of Combustion." In this prose piece, the narrator describes his childhood and adolescences in East Tawas, MI, a small town in which the Lutheran church cast a long shadow on his life, where he would be haunted by his being called "stupid" by the produce man at the A&P, where he came up against his father's disappointment in his not being a good Lutheran, not being smart, not fitting in better. The structure of this piece is beautifully crafted, with repetition of certain themes and people and stories from the narrator's past, all swirling together and carrying the reader on a sea of words and a perspective that could not be confined by the expectations of his neighbors in East Tawas. Faded family photographs, scans of childhood drawings, and ads from newspapers provide a visual accompaniment, but I was carried away by Sarki's writing -- insisting that white tissue paper is filmsy, not flimsy; reminding us of the magic of a plastic brontosaurus; considering the appropriateness of using the word avoirdupois. Later in this opening piece, he says, "In my case words become my playthings," for which I as his reader am thankful.
Highly recommended for lovers of language, appreciators of genre-breaking approaches to memoir and fiction and prose and poetry, and adventuresome readers willing to experience the frustration and limits of living in a small town, and the resilience of an imagination that refuses to see the world as everyone else does.… (plus d'informations)
Everything I have considered important in my life might be discovered in my poems and letters. There is hardly anything that remains undocumented. Recently, I have read some articles that attempt to explain Lish’s teaching method and how he demanded his students to seduce him. I knew this fact already, but it was still refreshing to read this truth in print. It is what I do. In my poetry I attempt to enter the abyss Lish so often spoke of in class, and if I fail at my efforts and not succeed, I wish at least to come to the edge of this precipice in which my balance, or my lack of such, might allow me to hover a bit on the brink or tumble freestyle into the darkest of these pits. And this was my first version of Lish’s jeopardy, and in that, history must, and will agree I did succeed. But the same good fortune has been absent in my prose fiction, and thus, this life of mine, sometimes lived, has become what I choose instead to save for history, if there is to be any.… (plus d'informations)
There is a very good review of my book here, if you are interested:
http://galatearesurrection6.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-war-machine-by-m-sarki.h...
http://galatearesurrection6.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-war-machine-by-m-sarki.h...
Statistiques
- Œuvres
- 14
- Membres
- 34
- Popularité
- #413,653
- Évaluation
- 4.5
- Critiques
- 18
- ISBN
- 12
The accounting that follows places itself within a specific time frame spanning the years 1995 through 2017. And I believe in my heart that one of these main characters, my teacher, editor, and friend [a:Gordon Lish|232097|Gordon Lish|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1267719924p2/232097.jpg] will be remembered for what he gave the literary world through his tyrannical teaching, editing, and authoring of his own work. I am impelled to give an accounting of our relationship in order to counteract anything that might be reported by another critic not so flattering nor tolerant of our relationship. In his teaching, Gordon insisted that a writer maintain a required gaze upon the object. When writing short poems I learned it was paramount to do so, and by default, I found it much easier to compose verse in this manner. But when faced with crafting a longer work, and one that encourages digression in many forms, the task itself becomes at times overwhelming and insurmountable. Life does not behave in a non-digressive manner so why does writing have to? Untold events alter everything.… (plus d'informations)