Buch, Englisch, 128 Seiten, Paperback, Format (B × H): 150 mm x 226 mm, Gewicht: 159 g
Reihe: Wisconsin Poetry Series
Buch, Englisch, 128 Seiten, Paperback, Format (B × H): 150 mm x 226 mm, Gewicht: 159 g
Reihe: Wisconsin Poetry Series
ISBN: 978-0-299-34094-0
Verlag: University of Wisconsin Press
“I am going to make a poem,” writes Emily Bludworth de Barrios, “As if / I could put beautiful things in a box to keep them there.” With Shopping, orThe End of Time she has done that and so much more. These kaleidoscopic images reflect and reverberate across time and space, revealing collisions of identity, motherhood, childhood, houses, shopping malls, industrial canals—the hopes and fears of what we’ve lost and gained over the decades in our mad rush for connection, for ownership, for goods.
A detective’s red thread spiderweb mapping the constellations among parenting, capitalism, aging, and ghosts, this stunning collection is wistful, unmoored, glamorous, and immense. These tour-de-force poems simultaneously capture an impression of emptiness and pleasure, of existing in a liminal space filled with both hollowness and potential.
Even though we lived at the edge of a great rupture,
It was difficult to tell when the world broke.
—Excerpt from “Ravine”
Autoren/Hrsg.
Weitere Infos & Material
- Acknowledgments
- Ravine
- Part 1. Women
Who begat the earth?
80 to 90 percent of my awareness
When I was 13 there was a girl I knew
My gravestone
The mother should be as stunning
With pleasure the young men
Initially I was a beautiful woman
A naked woman is perched in the window
The doves were moaning crying cooing calling
A map is a picture that shows where things are
- Part 2. Money
My husband fidgets with the inner mechanism of the country
The culture oriented itself toward shopping
In my childhood
The economy is synchronized and delicate
In this house we loved
My darkest thoughts
In the middle of the disaster nothing bad had happened to me
My new blue kitchen cabinets painted blue
Is the wind so dirty?
Our house (among all the homes in the city)
- Part 3. Children
A ghost is what you call a woman
The new mothers
The unbearable can actually be borne
My pregnancy was a long and happy nightmare
Nothing could be sweeter than
JoaquÍn is my favorite child
Statues or knotted ropes or scored stone
I ask JoaquÍn if he likes the music
AndrÉs said
Woe was the sentiment
- Part 4. Ghosts
Sitting at the lip of the tunnel to the past
It is sad
What is your ideal life
I am going to make a poem
We each of us carry
Neptune is a place we’ll never go
All the time art is falling
It is turbulent to be a person
Hypothetical Painting
