News of the World
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Publisher Description
A superb new collection from “a great American poet . . . still at work on his almost-song of himself” (The New York Times Book Review).
In both lively prose poems and more formal verse, Philip Levine brings us news from everywhere: from Detroit, where exhausted workers try to find a decent breakfast after the late shift, and Henry Ford, “supremely bored” in his mansion, clocks in at one of his plants . . . from Spain, where a woman sings a song that rises at dawn, like the dust of ages, through an open window . . . from Andorra, where an old Communist can now supply you with anything you want—a French radio, a Cadillac, or, if you have a week, an American film star.
The world of his poetry is one of questionable magic: a typist lives for her only son who will die in a war to come; three boys fish in a river while a fine industrial residue falls on their shoulders. This is a haunted world in which exotic animals travel first class, an immigrant worker in Detroit yearns for the silence of his Siberian exile, and the Western mountains “maintain that huge silence we think of as divine.”
A rich, deeply felt collection from one of our master poets.
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Pulitzer-winner Levine invites readers into familiar landscapes Detroit, gritty America, forests chock-full of truth and beauty, "the shaded woods/ where I go evening after evening/ to converse with tangled roots and vines" in his 20th books of poems. He continues to romanticize hardscrabble living pumping well water, working in an auto factory but this collection is less an update about the current political or social situation than it is news about Levine himself. He writes in an autobiographical mode, in long stanzas that flirt with iambic pentameter, while also encouraging the reader to participate as he describes "An actual place in the actual city/ where we all grew up." Prose poems treat adventures in far away places ("You may hear that Australia is a continent. I lived there, I know it's an island") while other poems recall Levine's past: "When my brother came home from war/ he carried his left arm in a black sling/ but assured us most of it was there." While Levine charts no new territory, fans will happily get what they came for.