Lucky Fish - Aimee Nezhukumatathil

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Brand	Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Categorie	Poezie și teatru

Descriere

nPoetry. Asian American Studies. LUCKY FISH travels along a lush current--a confluence of leaping vocabulary and startling formal variety, with upwelling gratitude at its source: for love, motherhood, new hope, and the fluid and rich possibilities of words themselves.

With an exuberant appetite for my morning song, my scurry-step, my dew, anchored in complicated human situations, this astounding young poet's third collection of poems is her strongest yet. nFrom Publishers

Weekly	Nezhukumatathil's fourth book is fascinated with the small mechanisms of being, whether natural, personal, or imagined. Everything from eating eels in the Ozark mountains to the history of red dye finds a rich life in her poems. At times her lush settings and small stories are reminiscent of fairy tales (The frog who wanted to see the sea was mostly disappointed), while at others Nezhukumatathil speaks with resonance and fierceness: The center of my hands boiled/ with blossoms when we made a family. I would never flee that garden. I swear to/ you here and now: If I ever go missing, know that I am trying to come home. Even as the poems jump from the Philippines to India to New York, they still take their time, stopping to notice that there is no mystery on water/ greater than the absence of rust, and to draw small but wonderful parallels: I loved you dark & late. The crocus have found ways to push up & say this/ too. nFrom Publishers
Weekly	Nezhukumatathil's fourth book is fascinated with the small mechanisms of being, whether natural, personal, or imagined. Everything from eating eels in the Ozark mountains to the history of red dye finds a rich life in her poems. At times her lush settings and small stories are reminiscent of fairy tales (The frog who wanted to see the sea was mostly disappointed), while at others Nezhukumatathil speaks with resonance and fierceness: The center of my hands boiled/ with blossoms when we made a family. I would never flee that garden. I swear to/ you here and now: If I ever go missing, know that I am trying to come home. Even as the poems jump from the Philippines to India to New York, they still take their time, stopping to notice that there is no mystery on water/ greater than the absence of rust, and to draw small but wonderful parallels: I loved you dark & late. The crocus have found ways to push up & say this/ too. nFrom Publishers
Weekly	Nezhukumatathil's fourth book is fascinated with the small mechanisms of being,

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