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Sherwin Bitsui

 
9781556595455: Dissolve
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ISBN 10: 155659545X ISBN 13: 9781556595455
Editorial: Copper Canyon Press, 2018

Sinopsis

"Bitsui’s poetry returns things to their basic elements and voice in a flowing language rife with illuminating images. A great reading experience for those who like serious and innovative poetry." -Library JournalDrawing upon Navajo history and enduring tradition, Sherwin Bitsui leads us on a treacherous, otherworldly passage through the American Southwest. Fluidly shape-shifting and captured by language that functions like a moving camera, Dissolve is urban and rural, past and present in the haze of the reservation. Bitsui proves himself to be one of this century’s most haunting, raw, and uncompromising voices.From "(Untitled)":. . . Jeweled with houseflies, leather rattles, foil-wrapped, ferment in beaked masks on the shores of evaporating lakes.This plot, now a hotel garden, its fountain gushing forth-the slashed wrists of the Colorado River.Sherwin Bitsui was raised in White Cone, Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation. He is the author of two other books of poetry, among them Flood Song, which won an American Book Award. He currently lives in Arizona where he has serves on the faculty of the Institute of American Indian Arts.

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Sherwin Bitsui was raised in White Cone, Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation. He is the author of two other books of poetry, among them Flood Song, which won an American Book Award in 2010. He currently lives in Arizona where he has served as the faculty of the Institute of American Indian Arts since 2013.

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from "Dissolve"On limbs of slanted lightpainted with my mind’s skin color,I step upon black braids,oiled drenched, wormingfrom last month’s orphaned mouth.Winged with burning—I ferry themfrom my filmed eyes, wheezing.Scalp blood in my footprints—my buckskin pouchfilling with photographed sand.No language but its rindcrackling in the past tense.(Untitled) An elegy hands me a busy signal,its handle broke me from my tooth.I chew its answersuntil I taste cracksin the chromeoutline of a sky (without hands).Notice: every link in the trail to hereis a bullet's path to back there.(Untitled)A hovering smeartrailing desert washesfenced in with a murder of mirrorsillumines the eating groaning over us.Nibbling blades of winter light:the goat’s bleating leased downwindpastures among foals dripping outof hollowed-out dictionaries.Jeweled with houseflies,leather rattles, foil-wrapped,ferment in beaked maskson the shores of evaporating lakes.This plot, now a hotel garden,its fountain gushing forth—the slashed wrists of the Colorado River.(Untitled)There’s a way out—walk the dirt road into cerulean dawn,tap the windows of cars and trucksrattling down highway 77with clear fingerprints,and clasp the nine eyes of the desertshut at the intersection of then and now.Ask: will this whirlwindconnect to that one,make them cousins to the knife?Will lake mist etchedon flakes of flood-birthed moonlight,hang its beard on a tow truckhoisting up a buck,butterflies leaking from its nostrils,dark clouds draining off its cedar coat?(Untitled)Ladders follow us from minesin which our quiveringstretches hospital gownsinto looms of lightning.We shake ground deer hooves,on the four directions of forgive,while tire-lit flames gropethe underside of a spider web’s webbed thinking.Nearing sandbank,gray hair bending out of it,a witness witnessed—maps of jet fuel residuedraining mosquito humon the beginnings of our eyes.(Untitled)A phantom arm feelingwants them to return their feet.Falling from their cut hair:hearth sounds sunlightingthe hallway back to then.Will their torched nameswalk again as lake water?Will they charge a feeto re-sharpen the hornsof our dull speech?(Untitled)Ladders follow us from minesin which our quiveringstretches hospital gownsinto looms of lightning.We shake ground deer hooves,on the four directions of forgive,while tire-lit flames gropethe underside of a spider web’s webbed thinking.Nearing sandbank,gray hair bending out of it,a witness witnessed—maps of jet fuel residuedraining mosquito humon the beginnings of our eyes.(Untitled)Cranes pass as swansthrough tunnels underneath this dreaming,I breathe it in.Cave paintings stammering from their speech of clear waterhoof this chamber quiet,I breathe it in.Charred cradles, tethered to anchors,molt beside bleached saddles,I breathe it in.The dark before me—unfolded from bead-pressed earth,sparkles, howls, whistles,I breathe it in.

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Editorial
Copper Canyon Press
Año de publicación
2018
Idioma
Inglés
ISBN 10 
155659545X
ISBN 13 
9781556595455
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Número de edición
1
Número de páginas
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