Author:
Armantrout, Rae, 1947- author.
ImprintMiddletown, Connecticut : Wesleyan University Press, [2018]
Description128 pages; 24 cm
Note:Making -- Asymmetries -- Speech acts -- The craft talk -- Conflation -- Overtake -- Audience -- Background information -- Wobble -- Reception -- My pleasure -- My bad self -- You know -- Object permanence -- Arch -- Feeling today -- Boreal -- Say -- Regime change -- Credible -- Return -- Openings -- Conjunctions -- Incoming -- Accomplices -- Hoard -- Hell -- Silos -- Trellis -- The emotional life of plants -- Those -- Alone -- Echoes -- Thorned -- Revisions -- What's coming -- Tunnel vision -- Incorporation -- The third person -- Flicker -- My erasures -- Rankings -- Chronos -- Old woman's lament in autumn -- Sparks -- To -- Practicing -- Are -- Shapes -- Object -- Design elements -- Some body -- I and I -- Household -- Mother -- Chord -- Chimera -- Near -- Life history -- A few questions -- The difference -- Instruction -- In the future -- The trick -- Accordingly -- Moment to moment -- Fusion -- Seams -- Nothing -- Distinguish -- Presents -- Spun -- Traffic -- Negotiations -- Refresh -- Translations -- Signaling -- Bees -- The show -- Vessels -- The act -- Inner -- Object lessons -- Normal -- Hate -- Ahead -- Give pause -- Hence -- Somewhere -- Judgment -- Logistics -- Flux -- Cottage industry -- Practice -- Trance -- It is -- So.
Note:"Pulitzer-Prize winning poet Rae Armantrout is at once a most intimate and coolly calculating poet... Her language is unexpected yet exact, playing off the collective sense that the shifting ground of daily reality may be a warning of imminent systemic collapse. While there are glimmers here of what remains of the "natural world," the poet confesses the human failings, personal and societal, that have led to its devastation. No one's senses are more acutely attuned than Armantrout's, which makes her an exceptional observer and reporter of our faults. She leaves us wondering if the American Dream may be a nightmare from which we can't awaken. Sometimes funny, sometimes alarming, the poems in Wobble play peek-a-boo with doom"-- Provided by publisher
