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Whosoever Has Let a Minotaur Enter Them, or a Sonnet? (Mcsweeney's Poetry): Carr, Emily: BOOKS KINOKUNIYA
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Whosoever Has Let a Minotaur Enter Them, or a Sonnet? (Mcsweeney's Poetry)
Whosoever Has Let a Minotaur Enter Them, or a Sonnet? (Mcsweeney's Poetry)
Publisher : McSweeneys Books
Published Date : 2016/04
Binding : Hardcover
ISBN : 9781940450506

BookWeb Price : US$20.00
Kinokuniya Member price : US$18.00

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Language : English

Book Description
Source: ENG
Academic Descriptors: V26100000
Place of Publication: United States
Academic Level: Extracurricular
Geographic Designator: United States
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How does a love poet fall out of her marriage and back in love with the world? What happens when you grow up to be the "kind of person who "? These fairytales are for the heartbreakers as much as the heartbroken, for those smitten with wanderlust, for those who believe in loving this world through art.A singular flow of bewildered brilliance, Emily Carr's swiftly flowing sequence of love poems divorce poems, really engages the very real problem of falling out of love because (admit it!) you never think you will. No matter how many times it's happened before. Imagine it: not limiting love to the erotic but embracing endeavor, struggle, social change, and political action. Love as consciousness, inventiveness, and intention. In a world that hurts as much as it holds.Carr's swell of gorgeous psychedelia is presented in a lavish book-object befitting the work's interconnected, page-defying sweep of line upon line: between her thighs, the buffalo holding sky.saucers of mountain sway. deities spill, shining & suffering not forgetting we can't ever whose fury sings like eagles skeletons unlean from fruit trees, fallinglike white gunsmoke, we want/ to be here. listen.the wind has blown all the birds from our hair.