Paper Crown
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- 6,49 €
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- 6,49 €
Publisher Description
'[Heather Christle is] among the small handful of authors whose books I reflexively, half-consciously reach toward whenever I need inspiration, consolation, delight. Nobody thinks like her' Kaveh Akbar, Electric Literature
'This is a stunning book' Jericho Brown
'A striking celebration of risk and beauty' Kit Fan, Guardian
Paper Crown is Heather Christle's first new collection of poems in over a decade.
Throughout these exuberant poems, Christle conjures moments when the world's events - a child's words, early twentieth-century predictions of drone warfare, dinners with friends - alight themselves with the odd logic of dreams and serendipity.
With tenderness and verse, honesty and curiosity, Paper Crown invites readers to look up from its pages and recognise that the day going on around them could very well be its own poem.
Mistake
For years I have seen
dead animals on the highway
and grieved for them
only to realize they are
not dead animals
they are t shirts
or bits of blown tire
and I have found
myself with this
excess of grief
I have made with
no object to let
it spill over and
I have not known
where to put it or
keep it and then today
I thought I know
I can give it to you
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Poet and essayist Christle's observant latest (after The Crying Book) offers a microcosm of interiority, cocooning inside the mind until something takes flight: "I like it/ when it feels like my brain/ is being licked by the rough/ tongue of a stray cat." Staring through a picture window into "complicated green," Christle wanders through etymological associations ("About the hexagon there is/ I think something French. Thoughts such as these would/ each get rearranged. Or I could be conveyed briefly out/ of my life via pneumatic tube"), distractions ("Somehow/ I own like six nail clippers/ and I honestly can't/ remember ever buying/ even one"), and the place where real and dream lives intersect ("a Venn diagram I will never draw: the circle/ of physical lovers and its slim overlap/ with the circle of lovers in dreams"). Motherhood is a central yet vaguely isolating subject for the speaker: "I wish that I knew more about/ Papua New Guinea or total grief." Candid and attentive, these poems humorously and painstakingly chronicle the inner life of thought.