Array ( [id] => 34234 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => The Autobiography of a Language: Essays and Stories [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => the-autobiography-of-a-language-essays-and-stories [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;What if one&rsquo;s mother tongue is but a crushed tower of Babel? From which of its ruined fragments can a literary voice emerge?<em> The Autobiography of a Language </em>neither assembles a life story nor seeks a fashionable hybrid identity. Rather, through traces of languages in motion, the author captures the guilt of being a writer more than a mother&rsquo;s daughter, the intersections between mourning a father and giving birth to a son. 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Amy De&rsquo;Ath turns poetry into a hot, potent, and highly&nbsp;<em>funny</em> form of criticism, in which social force is felt intimately, and voiced in the acid niceness of a work email. Amy&rsquo;s poems move like pieces of machinery in a cognitive amusement park, which spit you a thousand feet into the air but keep your viewpoint fixed on the same spot as before&mdash;what's different? &lsquo;Land in Saskatchewan, land in Delhi,&rsquo; or &lsquo;everything...that you want from women and gays.&rsquo; <em>Not a Force of Nature</em> makes me want to change everything. &lsquo;Behold me I'm you now,&rsquo; Amy writes&mdash;we should be so lucky, to be thus transformed.&rdquo;<br />&mdash; Kay Gabriel</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 11915 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 16 [createdon] => 1728572544 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1766853025 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1728572520 [publishedby] => 16 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => not-a-force-of-nature.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => 0 [price] => 23 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => DE’ATH, Amy [booksAvailable] => 2 [category] => Poetry [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2024 [idx] => 4 ) Array ( [id] => 36864 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => Slow mania [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => slow-mania [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;Nazareth Hassan&rsquo;s devastatingly brilliant<em> Slow mania</em> is a powerful document of senses and sense-making where estrangement and ugliness meets longing and beauty. The artist begins with a photographic sequence: two white-blue sky panels; a shattered glass storefront window; a street gutter clutching leaves, smashed straw sleeves and plastic lids; then snow holding a disassembled red stained chest of drawers. These are the writer&rsquo;s plinths where form as waste is configured: &lsquo;smoggy breath thru burnt-edged holes tracking acid mucous inside your home.&rsquo; <em>Slow mania</em> provokes through enumerative structures, for instance, &lsquo;screening bodies&rsquo; who keep a sex club&rsquo;s gates open only to some: &lsquo;&hellip;197 mmm maybe lemme think / 151 yes / 162 yes / 197 ok yes, but keep your shirt on.&rsquo; The poet deftly folds human intimacy into interspecies metaphor: &lsquo;The rat torso twitches in agreement. 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In this book of nearly subterranean intensity, I feel the poet hum, and it erodes borders between the poet's mouth and the river&rsquo;s, between forms of matter and states of consciousness. I feel Black life too, in its impossible thickness, and all of this in a beautiful economy of language that seizes without coercion and shapes without chisel. Stark, lush, and streaming, these poems show me how spirit isn&rsquo;t just born, it&rsquo;s made.&rdquo;<br />&mdash;Benjamin Krusling</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 12646 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 16 [createdon] => 1741169369 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1758266822 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1741169340 [publishedby] => 16 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => flag.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => 0 [price] => 20 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => JACKSON, Imani Elizabeth [booksAvailable] => 0 [category] => Poetry [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2024 [idx] => 6 ) Array ( [id] => 26004 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => The story of my accident is ours [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => the-story-of-my-accident-is-ours [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;Rachel Levitsky&rsquo;s prose poems employ the elegant language of philosophical inquiry to probe a territory not unlike the domain of poetry. The Story of My Accident is Ours is a thrilling voyage of discovery into &ldquo;the vast and nearly completely unmanageable spaces between us.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash;John Ashbery</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 4075 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 1 [createdon] => 1544721864 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1545221871 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1544722080 [publishedby] => 1 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => the-story-of-my-accident-is-ours.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => [price] => 16 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => LEVITSKY, Rachel [booksAvailable] => 0 [category] => Poetry [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2013 [idx] => 7 ) Array ( [id] => 26553 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => SWOLE [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => swole [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;You can&rsquo;t graph grief, hope, trauma, or what it took to survive. But you can collect them in poetry, the way Jerika Marchan does in her debut collection, <em>SWOLE</em>, an experimental, sprawling collage of poems drawn from her childhood experience of Hurricane Katrina. The scope of recovery from disaster is usually zoomed out, on the depersonalized plane of cities. Marchan&rsquo;s eye is a roving one, taking in the whole stretch of New Orleans on an intimate level&mdash;it&rsquo;s people, it&rsquo;s music, it&rsquo;s idiom, and it&rsquo;s bloat.&rdquo;&nbsp;&mdash;Yasmin Adele Majeed</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 4552 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 1 [createdon] => 1560518735 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1749035759 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1560519480 [publishedby] => 1 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => swole.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => [price] => 19 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => MARCHAN, Jerika [booksAvailable] => 0 [category] => Poetry [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2018 [idx] => 8 ) Array ( [id] => 29209 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => Delinquent [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => delinquent [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;[A] hybrid tractatus that runs circles around Spinoza and all the bad boys of analytic philosophy who tripped over their own logic and uncovered new realms of uncertainty between truth and falsity, sense and reference, proof and paradox. Into this gap in the binary jumps Pam Dick&rsquo;s poetic avatar: a bastard son who&rsquo;s really a daughter, a rogue bachelorette of the intellect who surfs the thickets and asylums of Western thought, shaking the tree of knowledge for subversive apple-truths ... culminating in a veritable Q.E.D. of heretical subjectivity that is by turns rigorous, risible, picaresque, and profound.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &mdash;Pam Lu</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 7058 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 16 [createdon] => 1622655993 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1623250026 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1622656140 [publishedby] => 16 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => delinquent.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => [price] => 15 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => PAM DICK, Mina [booksAvailable] => 1 [category] => Literature [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2009 [idx] => 9 ) Array ( [id] => 36210 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => Sherwood Forest [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => sherwood-forest [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>&ldquo;Camille Roy rides the catch between poetry and prose like a girl who grew up riding horses. Her steed through Sherwood Forest feels a lot like R. Crumb&mdash;you know big women piggybacking little men and everyone living in a female forest (I believe) or else this reading journey feels like the rational mind on a weekend holiday with fantasy and lust bridled only by the limitation that it sound good and Sherwood Forest absolutely does.&rdquo; <br />&mdash;Eileen Myles</p> <p>&ldquo;In its capacity to stop time, <em>Sherwood Forest</em> opens its reader to a future made &ldquo;suddenly visible.&rdquo; A &ldquo;narration&rdquo; that&rsquo;s both &ldquo;desire&rdquo; and what incubates it: the capacity to &ldquo;float.&rdquo; Imagine a forest floating in the air. Camille Roy does this. She is a writer who lets her reader dream, past tree-line. Where the sentences flare and dim, like &lsquo;sexy bodies.&rsquo; Like a memory of touch. Like &ldquo;body parts&rdquo; and &lsquo;tissue&rsquo;&mdash;a luminous genitalia&mdash;above a pond.&rdquo; <br />&mdash;Bhanu Kapil</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> [richtext] => 1 [template] => 5 [menuindex] => 13512 [searchable] => 1 [cacheable] => 1 [createdby] => 16 [createdon] => 1758283113 [editedby] => 16 [editedon] => 1762785984 [deleted] => 0 [deletedon] => 0 [deletedby] => 0 [publishedon] => 1758283080 [publishedby] => 16 [menutitle] => [donthit] => 0 [privateweb] => 0 [privatemgr] => 0 [content_dispo] => 0 [hidemenu] => 0 [class_key] => msProduct [context_key] => web [content_type] => 1 [uri] => sherwood-forest.html [uri_override] => 0 [hide_children_in_tree] => 0 [show_in_tree] => 0 [properties] => [article] => 0 [price] => 17 [old_price] => 0 [weight] => 0 [image] => [thumb] => [vendor] => 0 [made_in] => [new] => 0 [popular] => 0 [favorite] => 0 [tags] => Array ( [0] => ) [color] => Array ( [0] => ) [size] => Array ( [0] => ) [source] => 2 [vendor.name] => [vendor.resource] => [vendor.country] => [vendor.logo] => [vendor.address] => [vendor.phone] => [vendor.fax] => [vendor.email] => [vendor.description] => [vendor.properties] => [author] => ROY, Camille [booksAvailable] => 1 [category] => Poetry [publisher] => Futurepoem [releaseDate] => 2011 [idx] => 10 ) Array ( [id] => 26577 [type] => document [contentType] => text/html [pagetitle] => Of Being Dispersed [longtitle] => [description] => [alias] => of-being-dispersed [alias_visible] => 1 [link_attributes] => [published] => 1 [pub_date] => 0 [unpub_date] => 0 [parent] => 50 [isfolder] => 0 [introtext] => [content] => <p>"I get this pinwheel relationship to wisdom &amp; history when I read Simone White. I'm in her dream, but it's a remarkable solidly packed one informed by the quotidian rarity of for instance a prose disquisition on lotion and skin and haircare especially in winter. Like Dana Ward's, her work sends me searching. Like what part of speech is here. As I'm wondering Simone sometimes exits first, and I even feel that a real piece of her poem is adamantly not here and that is her privacy, her power &amp; her skill so what kind of quest is it, this beautiful complex &amp; alive work. Here's my best guess. 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