Dialogues with Rising Tides by Kelli Russell Agodon (English) Paperback Book

Description: Dialogues with Rising Tides by Kelli Russell Agodon "A collection of poems by Kelli Russell Agodon"-- FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In Kelli Russell Agodons fourth collection, each poem facilitates a humane and honest conversation with the forces that threaten to take us under. The anxieties and heartbreaks of life-including environmental collapse, cruel politics, and the persistent specter of suicide-are met with emotional vulnerability and darkly sparkling humor. Dialogues with Rising Tides does not answer, This or that? It passionately exclaims, And also! Even in the midst of great difficulty, radiant wonders are illuminated at every turn. Author Biography In Kelli Russell Agodons fourth collection, each poem facilitates a humane and honest conversation with the forces that threaten to take us under. The anxieties and heartbreaks of life-including environmental collapse, cruel politics, and the persistent specter of suicide-are met with emotional vulnerability and darkly sparkling humor. Dialogues with Rising Tides does not answer, This or that? It passionately exclaims, And also! Even in the midst of great difficulty, radiant wonders are illuminated at every turn. Review "Agodon takes the spirit of ekphrasis and unites it with a confessional impulse: to reexamine her own life in light of visual art, and in so doing, to illuminate the idiosyncratic responses we have as we step inside a museum, or open an art book, or consider a reproduction on a living room wall."-- The Rumpus "Hourglass Museum is... lyrical, intelligent, magical and honest, the poems are both of this world and out of this world. Her uniquely true and mystical voice is like a glass of pure water: refreshing, healing, and oh, so necessary."--Nin Andrews "Her poems are an intense vision of the power of art to heal, to help us understand ourselves and our world."--Wyn Cooper "Here is a fresh, distinctive voice that is consistently engaging and surprising."--Carl Dennis "[Agodons] incredible word-play can take an ordinary idea and thrust it high into a new atmosphere."-- Being Poetry "Kelli Russell Agodons poems in Dialogues with Rising Tides, her strongest book to date, navigate everyday anxieties and dramatic questions of life-or-death with equal doses of pathos and humor, reminding us that our choices in a world of chaos add up to something, reminding us of the responsibility to care for our ghosts. Her interior world is lined with fragments of family tragedy while her outer world confounds her, the rising tides of environmental collapse, not a metaphor but a reality. Her oceanic views of the world teeter on the edge of a cocktail or a gunshot. Funny, sad, and a perfect read for unsettling times." --Jeannine Hall Gailey, author of Field Guide to the End of the World "(A)ll objects, Kelli Russell Agodon writes, are composed of vibrating anxieties, as are these poems, tremulous as a tuning fork, conductive as a lightning rod, teetering between a precarious, hopeful tenderness and dread. There are collisions--a lightship / crashing against a blue shore of healing--and gentler dialogues, even poems-as-waltzes, which nonetheless feature inferences of betrayal. The ballast, the queen, is the speaker herself, whose powerful vulnerability is matched only by her wit. At a Cocktail Party, I Am Given a Drink Called, Life is Fleeting and the Olive Is Short-Lived, for instance, one in a series of fabulous titles that are poems unto themselves. No one expects perfection, except when they do, which is always, she tells us, and I find myself wanting to throw my arm over her shoulder and saying yes, I get it, sister, I know, while we walk down the beach feeling bamboozled / by life, discovering the spider building a web in our dead fathers prosthetic leg. This is the book I need right here, right now, as the fires burn and the tides rise." --Diane Seuss Long Description In Kelli Russell Agodons fourth collection, each poem facilitates a humane and honest conversation with the forces that threaten to take us under. The anxieties and heartbreaks of life--including environmental collapse, cruel politics, and the persistent specter of suicide--are met with emotional vulnerability and darkly sparkling humor. Dialogues with Rising Tides does not answer, This or that? It passionately exclaims, And also! Even in the midst of great difficulty, radiant wonders are illuminated at every turn. Review Quote "Agodon takes the spirit of ekphrasis and unites it with a confessional impulse: to reexamine her own life in light of visual art, and in so doing, to illuminate the idiosyncratic responses we have as we step inside a museum, or open an art book, or consider a reproduction on a living room wall."-- The Rumpus "Hourglass Museum is... lyrical, intelligent, magical and honest, the poems are both of this world and out of this world. Her uniquely true and mystical voice is like a glass of pure water: refreshing, healing, and oh, so necessary."--Nin Andrews "Her poems are an intense vision of the power of art to heal, to help us understand ourselves and our world."--Wyn Cooper "Here is a fresh, distinctive voice that is consistently engaging and surprising."--Carl Dennis "[Agodons] incredible word-play can take an ordinary idea and thrust it high into a new atmosphere."-- Being Poetry "Kelli Russell Agodons poems in Dialogues with Rising Tides, her strongest book to date, navigate everyday anxieties and dramatic questions of life-or-death with equal doses of pathos and humor, reminding us that our choices in a world of chaos add up to something, reminding us of the responsibility to care for our ghosts. Her interior world is lined with fragments of family tragedy while her outer world confounds her, the rising tides of environmental collapse, not a metaphor but a reality. Her oceanic views of the world teeter on the edge of a cocktail or a gunshot. Funny, sad, and a perfect read for unsettling times." --Jeannine Hall Gailey, author of Field Guide to the End of the World "(A)ll objects, Kelli Russell Agodon writes, are composed of vibrating anxieties, as are these poems, tremulous as a tuning fork, conductive as a lightning rod, teetering between a precarious, hopeful tenderness and dread. There are collisions--a lightship / crashing against a blue shore of healing--and gentler dialogues, even poems-as-waltzes, which nonetheless feature inferences of betrayal. The ballast, the queen, is the speaker herself, whose powerful vulnerability is matched only by her wit. At a Cocktail Party, I Am Given a Drink Called, Life is Fleeting and the Olive Is Short-Lived, for instance, one in a series of fabulous titles that are poems unto themselves. No one expects perfection, except when they do, which is always, she tells us, and I find myself wanting to throw my arm over her shoulder and saying yes, I get it, sister, I know, while we walk down the beach feeling bamboozled / by life, discovering the spider building a web in our dead fathers prosthetic leg. This is the book I need right here, right now, as the fires burn and the tides rise." --Diane Seuss Author Comments A Few Notes from Kelli Russell Agodon : "Dialogues with Rising Tides was written under apocalyptic red skies from the wildfires of Washington State, in the passenger seat of a van traveling up the West Coast through the California wildfires, after long days of paddle-boarding and picking up garbage on the beach, during windstorms and flooding of the Pacific Northwest." "The poem Getting an IUD on the Day of the 45th Presidential Inauguration was written as I was literally in my OBGyns office during the inauguration getting an IUD. Jenn Givhan heard me tell the story and said, You must write that poem." Excerpt from Book "I Dont Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly Once I believed the saint I carried could keep me safe. He lived in a rain jacket I wore to keep out the weather and by weather, I mean danger. Tell me a story where no one dies. That story begins in heaven, ends in heaven and includes chapters on heaven, heaven, and heaven. Its not really story, but wish or a concern. Sometimes I wonder if theres one moment when no one is dying, where we all exist on this planet without loss-- but there are too many of us doing foolish things, someone is always sipping the arsenic, someone is always spinning a gun. And then, add old age, misfortune, a tree thats leaned too long in the forest and a family of five headed off for a hike. We cannot predict our tragedies. We cannot plan a party for the apocalypse because friends of the apocalypse know the apocalypse always shows up uninvited with a half-eaten bag of chips. This is why some of us wake up in the middle of the night looking for a saint-- and maybe your saint is a streetlight or maybe the sea, or maybe its the moment you walk out the door and exist in the darkness, announce to the heavens that youre still alive. Whiskey-Sour-of-the-Nipple Story Like every forest, I carry a bonfire beneath my shirt. And my mattress? Its a featherbed of flames. Id want to write you a letter about longing, but it has so many wishbone moments youd break, I promise. You-- youd end up crying or cowarding, or being part of the crocodile-tear audience asking for a refund. Like most lovers, my heartstone is actually heartbutter, a heart murmur made of wax and it melts, it smolders, the way the moth isnt suspicious of a lighter until it moves too close to the fire. This is my danger-- I kiss the whalebone without wondering what happened to the whale. Its inexperience watching the mercury drip onto my tongue-- seeing only the beauty of silver, not the poison of a perfect teardrop, like him. Or her. And still. Lets not be the part of the drink that melts into something weaker. Like any darling, I trust too much. Even a burning building has a purpose, as the whiskey does, the nipple, the novel. So lets begin the story here. Near the plastic ocean. Our shirts off. Our drinks filled. A bowl of cherries. Believing there arent any. Wildfires in sight. Hunger If we never have enough love, we have more than most. We have lost dogs in the neighborhood and wild coyotes, and sometimes we cant tell them apart. Sometimes we dont want to. Once I brought home a coyote and told my lover that we had a new pet. Until it ate our chickens. Until it ate our chickens, our ducks, and our cat. Sometimes we make mistakes and call them coincidences. We hold open the door then wonder how the stranger ended up in our home. There is a woman on our block who thinks she is feeding bunnies, but they are large rats without tails. Remember the farmers wife? Remember the carving knife? We are all trying to change what we fear into something beautiful. But even rats need to eat. Even rats and coyotes and the bones on the trail could be the bones on our plates. I ordered Cornish hen. I ordered duck. Sometimes love hurts. Sometimes the lost dog doesnt need to be found. The Sun Doesnt Know Its a Star We live in a world where every season begins with a bullet exiting a shadow and someone praying for her lilacs, for her honeysuckle to take root. Its a hundred degrees in the shade and the weather argues with itself over who has the better candidate-- stop youre both wrong, the sky wins by a meteor shower. The stars arent watching television tonight, theyre out waltzing through modern galaxies, a ballroom of ghosts where everything is about daybreak and dazzle, how much moondust will trail into the house. Somewhere between ego and starshine, we lost our hatbox of kindness, maybe we stored it in the back closet because fear seemed much more dramatic on the living- room table. And we wonder why we think our neighbors a spy and everyone is so on edge. Some days the stranger planting honeysuckle to stabilize the cliff leans too far into the galaxy and we fall into her optimism. Trust what you dont know, like the honeybees that rise from the heart of the canyon, watch them like small suns circling the slight blossoms, watch them slide in, knowing even a small amount of nectar is a greater sum than none. " Description for Sales People Dialogues with Rising Tidesis an impassioned turn toward what it truly is to be human in this world. Whether a poem is exploring a long-admired fig tree, environmental stresses, or a family history of suicide, Agodons fierce honesty is exhilarating. Details ISBN1556596154 Author Kelli Russell Agodon Pages 96 Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 1556596154 ISBN-13 9781556596155 Format Paperback Country of Publication United States Publisher Copper Canyon Press,U.S. Imprint Copper Canyon Press,U.S. Publication Date 2021-04-27 NZ Release Date 2021-04-27 US Release Date 2021-04-27 UK Release Date 2021-04-27 DEWEY 811.6 Audience General AU Release Date 2021-07-04 Illustrations Illustrations We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137604835;

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