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What He Did in Solitary. Poems
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- Nombre de pages176
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-0-525-65652-4
- EAN9780525656524
- Date de parution18/08/2020
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Taille368 Ko
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurKnopf
Résumé
The prize-winning poet reflects on what sustains us in a sundered world. With his dazzling ability to set words spinning, Amit Majmudar brings us poems that sharpen both wit and knives as he examines our "life in solitary." Equally engaged with human history and the human heart, Majmudar transfigures identity from a locus of captivity to the open field of his liberation. In pieces that include a stunning central sequence, "Letters to Myself in My Next Incarnation, " the poet is both the Huck and Jim of his own adventures.
He is unafraid to face human failings: from Oxycontin addiction to Gujarat rioting, he examines--often with dark comedy--the fragility of the soul, the unchartability of pain, and the reasons we sing and grieve and make war. All-American and multitudinously alone, dancing in his confinement, Majmudar is a poet of exuberance and transcendence: "What I love here, / Poems and women mostly, / I know you can't remember, " he tells his future self.
"But they were worthy of my love."
He is unafraid to face human failings: from Oxycontin addiction to Gujarat rioting, he examines--often with dark comedy--the fragility of the soul, the unchartability of pain, and the reasons we sing and grieve and make war. All-American and multitudinously alone, dancing in his confinement, Majmudar is a poet of exuberance and transcendence: "What I love here, / Poems and women mostly, / I know you can't remember, " he tells his future self.
"But they were worthy of my love."
