Said Not Said
Poems
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- 39,99 zł
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- 39,99 zł
Publisher Description
“Fred Marchant teaches and awakens the soul.” —Maxine Hong Kingston
someone in Benghazi with a hose in one hand
uses his free one to wipe down the corpse
water flows over the body and down
a tilted steel tray toward the drain
what washes off washes off
—“Below the Fold”
In this important and formally inventive new poetry collection, Fred Marchant brings us into realms of the intractable and the unacceptable, those places where words seem to fail us and yet are all we have. In the process he affirms lyric poetry’s central role in the contemporary moral imagination. As the National Book Award winner David Ferry writes, “The poems in this beautiful new book by Fred Marchant are autobiographical, but, as is always the case with his poems, autobiographical of how he has witnessed, with faithfully exact and pitying observation, the sufferings in the lives of other people, for example the heartbreaking series of poems about the fatal mental suffering of his sister, and the poems about other peoples, in Vietnam, in the Middle East, written about with the noble generosity of feeling that has always characterized his work, here more impressively even than before.”
Said Not Said is a poet’s taking stock of conscience, his country’s and his own, and of poetry’s capacity to speak to what matters most.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Poet, editor, and translator Marchant displays an unflinching tenderness in a collection of sonically and architecturally precise poems. Whether describing mental violence or political conflict, he seeks the humanity in despair and the spirit of dreams and memories. One of the first active duty U.S. Marines to become a conscientious objector during the Vietnam War, Marchant opens this collection by exploring a more intimate, inner violence. "The Unacceptable" is a four-part portrait of his sister, who suffered from mental illness. He begins with an early memory of "a cough that was odd, not from a cold, or something else you catch.// I think now it was the sound of what was eating away at my sister's mind." From this "Asylum, refuge, sanctuary/ red-brick palace of peeling paint," Marchant deftly moves outward, writing with eerie simplicity first of the murder of a political activist in a Palestinian refugee camp and then to a stranger in Benghazi washing a corpse. The collection's third and fourth sections display wonderful invention. For instance, "Wod-or," a poem of etymological gymnastics, springs from the Indo-European root word for water. Marchant's beautiful, elegiac collection "begins in what one imagines as desert but is nothing empty./ For a second or two the air hints at the night it has risen from."
