Dead Men's Praise
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Publisher Description
A witty and formally versatile collection of poetry exploring life, faith, and history by the Witter Bynner Prize-winning poet.
With Dead Men's Praise, Jacqueline Osherow gives us her fourth and most ambitious collection of poetry to date. Her hybrid inspiration ranges from Dante's terza rima, to free verse, to biblical psalms, all delivered in a casually conversational voice. Combining the self-mocking inflections of Yiddish jokes with the pure lyric inspiration of biblical verse, these poems range in theme from Italian hill towns to contemporary art installations in Los Angeles to the vanished Jewish world of the Ukraine. Her effortless humor and sharp insights take us from imaginings of the future to recovery of the past, and her distinctive voice becomes a fusion of the sublime and the down-to-earth.
"Like Elizabeth Bishop, who wove her voice into a sestina so effortlessly you forget the form is there, Osherow makes villanelles, sonnets, and even Dante's terza rima feel genuinely conversational." —David Yaffe, The Village Voice
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Showing an easy mastery of the terza rima--Dante's form of choice in the Commedia--Osherow's fourth collection also displays significant familiarity with the sonnet, villanelle and other forms. But unlike many other explicitly formalist poets, Osherow has sacrificed aristocratic pace to accommodate the present day's taste for kitsch, democratic accessibility and the dropped domestic fourth wall. With an ear attuned to the best qualities of Jewish humor--the mating of metaphysical concerns with those of daily living, the ability to spin off on seemingly endless tangents ("But did I tell you? I spoke Yiddish at the Acropolis--"), the direct addresses to a mensch-like God--Osherow juxtaposes strict meters and odd facts and observations, at times suggesting Auden's "Letter to Lord Byron": "Besides, I'm not sure God much cares for piety;/ my guess is--since David was his favorite--/ That He's partial to passion, spontaneity,// And likes a little genuine regret./ True, David lost his ill-begotten child--/ But what did the pious ever get?" The central themes of the book may not, at first glance, seem unusual: looking at Renaissance art and desiring an equal verbal language, asking where is God in the world, and how He could have let the Holocaust happen, etc. But Osherow's direct grapplings with the tradition, however funny and chatty, have grave underpinnings: she's concerned with the history, marginality and the threatened existence of the Jewish people. Such cares, combined with her formal versatility, make this a drama of the negotiation of cultures on a grand scale.
