Sorry, Tree

Read ^ Sorry, Tree PDF by * Eileen Myles eBook or Kindle ePUB Online free. Sorry, Tree BUST magazine calls her the rock star of modern poetry” and The New York Times says she’s a cult figure to a generation of post-punk females forming their own literary avant garde.”Myles’ trademark punk-lesbian sensibility and intimate knowledge of poetic tradition are at work in this eighth collection, where every love poem is political, and every political poem is, ultimately, about love.From Home”:I thought ifI inventoried home it w

Sorry, Tree

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Rating : 4.67 (808 Votes)
Asin : 1933517204
Format Type : paperback
Number of Pages : 83 Pages
Publish Date : 2013-11-21
Language : English

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. All rights reserved. From Publishers Weekly In her signature short, piercingly demotic lines, Myles (Skies) fiercely mines concatenated observations for the raw stuff: "it's like genitals/ I want to show you all these tiny parts." Myles has, by her own count, written "thousands of poems," and now finds information and aesthetic pleasure in almost anything: "I agree/ It's a good place to shit," or as a poem titled "Culture" puts it: "It accepts all/ marks & none/ So I'll just write/ into it." Myles's short descriptive bursts read like object lessons in an unfailing and unflinching fidelity to experience, which has its own rewards: "You are the candy melting/ in my mouth./ Is that a euphemism/ For what? Witnessing your love." One poem tries to delineate British and American English— "the words were never/the same again"; another tries to pin down involuntary convulsions of beauty—"Why is light/ so damn emotional/ if it's just/ a burning star." (Apr.)<

BUST magazine calls her the rock star of modern poetry” and The New York Times says she’s a cult figure to a generation of post-punk females forming their own literary avant garde.”Myles’ trademark punk-lesbian sensibility and intimate knowledge of poetic tradition are at work in this eighth collection, where every love poem is political, and every political poem is, ultimately, about love.From Home”:I thought ifI inventoried home it would be broadmy eyes fling openlike a doll