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Guthrie Clothing : The Poetry of Phil Hall, a Selected Collage /
"Increasingly known as the "poet's poet," Governor General's Award winner Phil Hall has long been a constructor of intricate sequences, collecting and arranging lines and phrases, artifacts, and small revelations. He writes on influences, literary and local; he writes of rur...
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| Formato: | Electrónico eBook |
| Idioma: | Inglés |
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Waterloo, Ontario :
Wilfrid Laurier University Press,
2015.
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| Colección: | Book collections on Project MUSE.
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| Acceso en línea: | Texto completo |
Tabla de Contenidos:
- Cover; Table of Contents; Foreword; Biographical Note; Introduction; (bluegrass); (for Men Against Rape); When I went down to the shore at dawn; My father said; Though we all sink back together; The back townships acquiesce in the rain; (guide to executive suicide); A chickadee; I wanted to see a girl naked; (Bronwen Wallace); I worship our threatened complexity; I am too old & no longer believe; The tiny boat is slowing down; To free me of anecdote; I couldn't write a better poem; Spearing pineapple rings from a can with a stick; Where wings once caught poor sinners like us.
- Do not tell me what is great(April 1970); He was the skins of a few prides; There is a library of strangers in Dublin; First my first language nonsense; Where #7's survey tangent; If I have to hear one more time; Me & Morrisseau were both abused as kids; It is not you it is the door & then the phone; People are like pens; My just-washed hair loosening & lightening; Don't be discouraged by the prosaic origins of poems; What topsoil tells the hand the hand tells a pencil; Boats revere words; A woman takes off her bombshell; (James Reaney); To listen they lean forward kids do; (the alphabet).
- (Praxia)A flower no I mean one who unplucked flows; For once for once upon for once open opening; To pace a pleasing moiety-line; The Philadelphia Wireman was probably a woman; A book in its folios is akin to firewood; Error is Character; Again each second the pulse; Light entered my black song; (bluegrass); I am roaming the streets; Afterword: "To See It All & Not Be Weary," Phil Hall; Acknowledgements.