Generations: Lullaby With Incendiary Device, The Nazi Patrol, and How It Is That We - Tapa blanda

Di Stefano, Dante; Heyen, William; Hix, H L

 
9781736494646: Generations: Lullaby With Incendiary Device, The Nazi Patrol, and How It Is That We

Sinopsis

Presents work by poets of three generations: William Heyen, H.L. Hix, and Dante Di Stefano. It was Di Stefano’s new book, Lullaby with Incendiary Device, which inspired this tribute to three generations. Lullaby is deeply immersed in a soon-to-be-realised future, in which Di Stefano’s daughter faces an array of 21st century challenges. For the last half-century, Heyen’s poetry has explored world history, from Nature, to Native Americans, to the Holocaust and the atom bomb, the Iraq Wars, to the British Royals. In this book, Heyen presents another entry into his Holocaust opus, The Nazi Patrol. H.L. Hix’s work is also inextricably involved with the world as seen in a recent collection, American Anger, which explores the psychology of rage underneath recent political turmoil, yet it also turns inward, creating new forms to join the world and the inner life. This theme is most prominent here, in How It Is That We.

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Dante Di Stefano is the author of Love Is a Stone Endlessly in Flight (Brighthorse Books, 2016). His poetry, essays, and reviews have appeared in The Los Angeles Review, The Sewanee Review, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. He is a poetry editor for the Di

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“Cradle Song”:One squall from your tiny body, feveredin the night, outweighs an electorate,undoes the disgust that knots up my throatwith talk of Power and its Founding Fathers.You’re not the first to come into a world where bad men bleed the meek, lie about it,and smile. Burrow deeper into my shirt,arching bluebell of my most hopeful hour. “Self-Portrait in Green with Collateral Damage and Eucharist”: The truly holy person welcomes all that is earthly, the cut worm and the dirtin the wound, the tripped landmine, and the fieldexploding into limitless orange light.You might spend your whole life looking for Godin the cracked spine of a Russian novel,in the plié before the twirl of a grief,in the sound of splitting wood and sunrise.

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