Syllabus of Errors
Poems
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- £14.99
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- £14.99
Publisher Description
A new collection of poetry from the winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award
. . . we are fixed to perpetrate the species—
I meant perpetuate—as if our duty
were coupled with our terror. As if beauty
itself were but a syllabus of errors.
Troy Jollimore's first collection of poems won the National Book Critics Circle Award, was hailed by the New York Times as "a snappy, entertaining book," and led the San Francisco Chronicle to call him "a new and exciting voice in American poetry." And his critically acclaimed second collection expanded his reputation for poems that often take a playful approach to philosophical issues. While the poems in Syllabus of Errors share recognizable concerns with those of Jollimore’s first two books, readers will also find a voice that has grown more urgent, more vulnerable, and more sensitive to both the inevitability of tragedy and the possibility of renewal.
Poems such as "Ache and Echo," "The Black-Capped Chickadees of Martha’s Vineyard," and "When You Lift the Avocado to Your Mouth" explore loss, regret, and the nature of beauty, while the culminating long poem, "Vertigo," is an elegy for a lost friend as well as a fantasia on death, repetition, and transcendence (not to mention the poet’s favorite Hitchcock film). Ingeniously organized into sections that act as reflections on six quotations about birdsong, these poems are themselves an answer to the question the poet asks in "On Birdsong": "What would we say to the cardinal or jay, / given wings that could mimic their velocities?"
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Jollimore (At Lake Scugog), a professor of philosophy at California State University, Chico, delivers philosophical ideas through beautifully crafted language in a third full-length collection of poignant poems that draw attention to what it means to think and feel in this world. The forms vary throughout the collection, but the apparent compositional exactitude Jollimore displays belies the subtlety of their function, leaving the reader with the impression that the poet possesses some deeper secret than any quick read could reveal. Jollimore's poems achieve such character through his simplicity of language and clarity of imagery, and he slyly hints at what lies beneath when he writes, "As if beauty/ itself were but a syllabus of errors." The "errors" that litter his pages forms that don't quite fit, extra syllables in lines, unfinished images drive home the sentiment that being human might just be the amalgamation of small imperfections, and that these mistakes are what signal real beauty. But beauty takes great focus and effort to achieve: "I feel/ like a swimmer, who has/ ventured too far out, and who// is drowning in language,/ and my own cries/ for help are smothering me." Jollimore combines the passion and wonderment of language with the stark observations that drive human curiosity.
