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James Berger takes up the question with a sly, ironic wit that interrogates the idea of poetics and subjects his own assumptions and biases to a ruthless and delightfully honest self-critique. Many poets will see their own agon reflected here. "My project is to slog/ my mortality in the dried vein// of lyric, and to claim// at last my incapacity// as my own." Yet this is not a poetry of exhaustion, but of self-renewing vitality: Yeats' foul rag and bone shop or Manny Faber's termite art, restless, eating away at its own boundaries. Subversive and disarming, Berger charts his development as a poet with humor and panache. It makes for one hell of a ride.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
James Berger takes up the question with a sly, ironic wit that interrogates the idea of poetics and subjects his own assumptions and biases to a ruthless and delightfully honest self-critique. Many poets will see their own agon reflected here. "My project is to slog/ my mortality in the dried vein// of lyric, and to claim// at last my incapacity// as my own." Yet this is not a poetry of exhaustion, but of self-renewing vitality: Yeats' foul rag and bone shop or Manny Faber's termite art, restless, eating away at its own boundaries. Subversive and disarming, Berger charts his development as a poet with humor and panache. It makes for one hell of a ride.