• Title: The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out: Poems
  • Author: Karen Solie
  • ISBN: 9780374298500
  • Page: 350
  • Format: Hardcover
  • The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out Poems Winner of the Latner Writers Trust Poetry PrizeA profound new collection from one of poetry s rising stars Introducing Karen Solie I would adapt what Joseph Brodsky said some thirty years ago of the
    Winner of the Latner Writers Trust Poetry PrizeA profound new collection from one of poetry s rising stars Introducing Karen Solie, I would adapt what Joseph Brodsky said some thirty years ago of the great Les Murray He is, quite simply, the one by whom the language lives And, yes, as we embark on the third millennium of our so called Common Era, she is iWinner of the Latner Writers Trust Poetry PrizeA profound new collection from one of poetry s rising stars Introducing Karen Solie, I would adapt what Joseph Brodsky said some thirty years ago of the great Les Murray He is, quite simply, the one by whom the language lives And, yes, as we embark on the third millennium of our so called Common Era, she is indeed the one by whom the language lives Michael Hofmann, London Review of BooksA sublime singer of existential bewilderment, Karen Solie is one of contemporary poetry s most direct and haunting voices A poet of the in between places the purgatory of wayside motels and junkyards, the abandoned Calgary ski jump and the eternal noon of Walmart her poems stake out startlingly new territory and are songs for our emerging world, an age of uncertainty and melting icebergs In Solie s new collection, The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out, she restlessly excavates our civilization, the moments of tough luck, casual violence, naked desire, and inchoate menace, pursuing Beauty and terror in equal measure and fixing on the Intrigue of a boarded up building We want to get in there and find out what s the matter with it Amplifying the elegant recklessness of her Griffin Poetry Prize winning collection Pigeon, these poems bear an uncanny poetic intelligence and unflinching vision.

    One Reply to “The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out: Poems”

    1. Astoundingly fresh landscape poems for this landscape we actually live in: strip malls, construction sites, commuter traffic jams, etc. Very highly recommended.

    2. One of my favorite poets. Her mind works in mysterious ways. Standouts: Fables of the Recontruction; When Asked Why He'd Been Talking To Himself. . .; Museum of the Thing; Keebleville; Birth of the Rifle; Darklands; Bitumen; Against Lyric.

    3. I love poems and this is the perfect book for my collection. Fantastic! Won courtesy of giveaways.

    4. […] I know what I want and what I want makes me weak. *Before the world destroys us, it confirms our suspicions. *As if I were a wall, a former life walks through me, each modest architectural feature an anthology of meanings to which painthas been applied. *And each of us absolutely wasted, in our own way.

    5. Blue jay vocalizes a clash on the colourwheel, tulip heads removed one by onewith a sand wedge. Somethingin the frequency. Expectations are high.There's a reason it's called the nervoussystem. Someone in bed at 11 aersonates an empty house. The sharpener'sdragged his cart from the shed. His bellrings out from the twelfth centuryto a neighbourhood traumatizingfood with dull knives. A hammer clawsto the edge of a reno and peers out. Inchingup its pole, a tentative flag. And the source?Oh spring, m [...]

    6. When I met Karen at the Banff centre (she was faculty for my program) I really admired her because she had more denim on than even me and also came to Banff from a long drive from a farm. When someone is going to mentor or teach me I refuse to read their work, at least for a little while, because if I don't like their work I will find so many ways to devalue their advice or wisdom based on (fair or unfair, who knows?!) whether or not we are at all on the same page. Karen was so useful to me for [...]

    7. This book is remarkable, a kind of electricity in the hand and mind. I am so enamored of Solie's voice, the playfulness that threads these huge, far-reaching poems together. The poet has done an amazing job of encapsulating the modern experience, of the sense of momentum with no outlet for that energy, of excess that creates a hollowness, of a human yearning that we keep trying to name but evades us. Her willingness to tackle the eternal within the contemporary is something I admire in her work, [...]

    8. It only looks like I'm not working.My atoms, like yours, like those of bamboo forests and Bakeliteare in constant motion, which should suffice for one dayto keep us from killing each other or falling in lovewith our respective essential mysteries . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sometimeswhen I've thought I've hurt you,you haven't even noticed I'm around. I admire that.It's something one might work toward one's whole life.— "When Asked Why He'd Been Talking to [...]

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