Just saying
β Scribed by Armantrout, Rae
- Publisher
- Wesleyan University Press
- Year
- 2013
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 301 KB
- Edition
- 1. ed
- Category
- Fiction
- City
- Middletown;Conn
- ISBN
- 0819573000
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
In Just Saying, improbable and even untenable speakers are briefly constituted--only to disappear. The result is part carnival, part nightmare. A television pundit's rhetoric segues into an unusual succulent with writhing maroon tongues. When the world suddenly becomes legible, is that revelation or psychosis? In this book, the voice of the Lord and/or the voice of the security state can come from anyplace. The problem of identity becomes acute. The poems in Just Saying may be imagined as chimeras, creatures that appear when old distinctions break down and elements generally kept separate combine in new ways. Here Armantrout both worries (as a dog worries a bone) and celebrates the groundless fecundity of being and of language.
β¦ Subjects
Poetry
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