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Chargement... Holdpar Bob Hicok
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Disappointing ( ) This is the first collection of poetry by Bob Hicok that I've read. I picked this book off the shelf because of the cover photo. The photo is from the interactive art installation The Event of a Thread by Ann Hamilton. I loved this art installation. And I loved this poetry collection. These poems are about racism, white privilege, income inequality, sexuality in marriage, and the current US political environment. As a translator I'm a pretty good turtle The rain sounds like a child taking a bath. We're at a kitchen table translating Arash's poem from Farsi, which I don't know, to English, which he hardly speaks. So far what's clear is we both like tennis, that there are too many English words for gun, that his daughter needs to put a plastic turtle on my bald head because we look related, and that I have to pretend I know something about war or his poems will sound like his daughter isn't missing an eye, like everyone lived. So I ask him to draw what it felt like, the day the poem was born, and he snaps a pencil doing so, which makes me wonder if I have anything to offer as a friend, if a bucket, dropped down the well of my mouth, would ever reach water. We stop when the only line he asks his wife about makes her leave the room, makes him follow, and when he comes back, he touches his words and asks how we say...... then makes a fist and explodes it into an open hand above his heart. How do I say we've never known how to say that: burn a dictionary in front of him, sharpen the pencil and make it bleed while drawing a truer face on my face, cut a hole in the roof and live there under the rain, the touch of sky, ask him to beat me to death and offer the same, beg him to carry me in his eyes as far as he can look us away from this life? I worry for him and his daughter and his wife, for everyone when it's this easy to bring war to a place of bread, but Arash wants his poem to live in two languages, and this turtle will do his best to give it that second mouth. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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"Bob Hicok is a spectrum... I'd love to see an MRI of his brain while he's writing, as the neurons show us what's possible, how a human can be a thought leader, taking us into the future... Hicok interrogates the world with mercyand witand styleand intelligenceand modest swag. He's one of America's favorites--and to make the reader want to share the poet's reality fulfills poetry's finest aspiration." --Washington Independent Review of Books "In his ninth collection, Hicok navigates a world bereft of empathy and kindness, leading by example with a charm and emotional intelligence that speaks to a deep insight into the human condition... Mixing cleverness with tenderness, Hicok demonstrates how to be a beacon of light in the darkest of settings." --Publishers Weekly Bob Hicok's tenth collection of poetry,Hold, moves nimbly between childlike revelry and serious introspection. While confronting the rampant hypocrisies of the American collective unconscious, Hicok is guided by his deep and tender sense of whimsy and humility. Pointing to the natural world as a mirror through which to rediscover human beauty, he pauses to unapologetically celebrate the wonder of living at all. From "About the size of it": . . . my breath shuttling in and out, as if it can' t decide between stay and go, the little bird long gone by the time I realize the sun has set and it will soon feel like my father was never here, which is no big deal compared to the erasures the world endures and offers every day, except this one is mine Bob Hicokteaches at Virginia Tech University and is the author of ten collections, includingAnimal Soul, This Clumsy Living , Elegy Owed, andSex & Love &. He is the recipient of two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation, respectively. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Google Books — Chargement... GenresClassification décimale de Melvil (CDD)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999Classification de la Bibliothèque du CongrèsÉvaluationMoyenne:
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