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Put Your Hands In : Poems.
Title:
Put Your Hands In : Poems.
Author:
Hosea, Chris.
ISBN:
9780807155868
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Physical Description:
1 online resource (81 pages)
Series:
Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets
Contents:
Cover -- Title Page -- Copyright Page -- Dedication -- Contents -- Lithe Brunette, Twenty-Five Years of Age -- Dark, Understated Romantic Comedies -- Of Me to Love -- Choose Stutter Brie -- I Too Am Gay -- The Matinee I Took Chicken In -- Occupy Street -- One of These Girls -- Everything Is Going To -- Grandmother Snuff -- Granddaddy Old Grand Dad -- Wife Wellbutrin -- Father Work -- Mistress Damage -- Choirboy Skittles -- Cousin Pot -- Friend's Girlfriend Kools -- Sister Chablis -- Mother Old Fashioned -- Brother Oxycontin -- New Oil Today's Men -- Stop Me Before -- Fichte -- Porcupine Fever Is Gonna Get You -- Faggot Said the Guy in the Truck -- Wished for Hater Sequel -- Lotto Blues -- I Will Not Be Expressed -- Welcome Music -- If There Be a Season -- Big Red Booster -- All You Can -- Forever Backpacker -- The Great-Uncle Dead -- No Key to This One, No Tune -- How to Get to April Blue -- Roof Garden Heritage Site -- Auto-Brightness -- Buffalo Nickel, Toothbrush, Crude -- New Make -- Hopscotch Smudges -- Game Show Theme Mix -- Words by Karl Marx, Tuxedo by Riot -- The Barn Party -- Gonna Dig Up Ozu -- Bars and Lounges on Yelp -- Hard Drive Scrub -- Across the Boss's Desk -- Purple Snow Purple Snow -- Black Steel -- Songs for a Country Drive.
Abstract:
"Exactly a century ago, the Armory Show brought European avant-garde art to New York. We are still experiencing its consequences. Among the works on view was Marcel Duchamp's notorious Nude Descending a Staircase, which a derisive critic wanted to rename 'Explosion in a Shingle Factory.' Both titles come to mind as one reads Chris Hosea's Put Your Hands In, which somehow subsumes derision and erotic energy and comes out on top. Maybe that's because 'poetry is the cruelest month,' as he says, correcting T. S. Eliot. Transfixed in midparoxysm, the poems also remind us of Samuel Beckett's line (in Watt): 'The pain not yet pleasure, the pleasure not yet pain.' One feels plunged in a wave of happening that is about to crest." -- John Ashbery, from his judge's citation for the Walt Whitman Award.
Local Note:
Electronic reproduction. Ann Arbor, Michigan : ProQuest Ebook Central, 2017. Available via World Wide Web. Access may be limited to ProQuest Ebook Central affiliated libraries.
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