Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer
Poetry. "Abraham Smith carries greatness like a splinter in the lining of the heart. He carries it like a poison drunk up in infancy, a bone shard that traveled from a smashed rib or a flint of exploitation that was planted there by a bad friend or a wasted economic system. Yet music pours from Smith like blood, cheap wine, car-radio and bird song. Abe is an ecstatic, standing outside himself and singing to himself, the whole pulling- apart yet encapsulated pageant of Keats' Nightingale played out in the person of one poet."—Joyelle McSweeney
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Poetry. "Abraham Smith carries greatness like a splinter in the lining of the heart. He carries it like a poison drunk up in infancy, a bone shard that traveled from a smashed rib or a flint of exploitation that was planted there by a bad friend or a wasted economic system. Yet music pours from Smith like blood, cheap wine, car-radio and bird song. Abe is an ecstatic, standing outside himself and singing to himself, the whole pulling- apart yet encapsulated pageant of Keats' Nightingale played out in the person of one poet."—Joyelle McSweeney
Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer
Poetry. "Abraham Smith carries greatness like a splinter in the lining of the heart. He carries it like a poison drunk up in infancy, a bone shard that traveled from a smashed rib or a flint of exploitation that was planted there by a bad friend or a wasted economic system. Yet music pours from Smith like blood, cheap wine, car-radio and bird song. Abe is an ecstatic, standing outside himself and singing to himself, the whole pulling- apart yet encapsulated pageant of Keats' Nightingale played out in the person of one poet."—Joyelle McSweeney
Poetry. "Abraham Smith carries greatness like a splinter in the lining of the heart. He carries it like a poison drunk up in infancy, a bone shard that traveled from a smashed rib or a flint of exploitation that was planted there by a bad friend or a wasted economic system. Yet music pours from Smith like blood, cheap wine, car-radio and bird song. Abe is an ecstatic, standing outside himself and singing to himself, the whole pulling- apart yet encapsulated pageant of Keats' Nightingale played out in the person of one poet."—Joyelle McSweeney
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Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9780989804837 |
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Publisher: | Action Books |
Publication date: | 03/01/2014 |
Edition description: | New Edition |
Pages: | 142 |
Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 7.80(h) x 0.50(d) |
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