Poems in (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) slip through cracks into other worlds a little unfamiliar and they insist on the urgency of making what is unfamiliar familiar. You have to see how these poems sound in your head. As private and public exchange places with one another, we're let in to Compton's poems, we're invited to provide the variable. -- Dara Barrois/Dixon
This collection is, from the get-go, parenthetical, by which I mean layered horizontally in voice, architecture, inflection, and sound-- the sound of the ever-fading world, and the soundtrack of the human interior. The tone is a shimmering dread with a backbeat of wonder, and the reigning approach to the line is the caesura-- gaps, silences, and redactions. Everything teeters, transmogrifies; even the speaker's dress shifts from " delicate bushbean pink" to " tufted crest titmouse gray" and then into something like song: " My dress my dress/o mess of shabbiness... " Shanna Compton has managed to write poems that are utterly of the moment-- " Oh vomitous intimacy!" -- while harkening back to archetype, to the timeless strangeness of the natural world, imagination's source: " the river/ the gold-green blur of trees," steadying, sweet, a " clear rivulet of water across the sandy waste." This collection met my thirst right where it lives. " Fellow navigators," I urge you to read it. -- Diane Seuss
Shanna Compton's poems turn corners you wouldn't know were there if she weren't listening for them, locating them in order to give them away, listening to what's there and what's left out. Her astonishing feel, sound by sound, for shapeliness sprung from the edges and detail of lived experience, and her intense commitment to deep listening, are antidotes for and tough pushback against the constant threat of total immobility we all face every day. -- Anselm Berrigan
In a collection that is two parts feral eco-poetry, and one part stingingly personal reflection, Shanna Compton uses re-engineered punctuation as the soundtrack to her crucial work. Here, the woods and the animals do not merely appear as backdrops and extras, they are creatures in coexistence with the speaker, sometimes mingling until the narrative voice and the wilderness are indistinguishable from one another. ... In Compton's work, there is a clear understanding that the land, and those who live upon it, must learn to coexist in some way. Compton doesn't claim to have the answers - her speaker(s) are often fractured and flawed even while they are earnest and moving. Readers of Camille Dungy, or Mary Oliver fans looking for something with teeth, will find this collection vital to their bookshelves. While Compton seems to implore readers to take action in some places, there is a sense of hope to be found and nurtured in these pages. -- Shannon Wolf
Her poems move across the page at quite a speed, from a human interior to an exterior and engagement with landscape and eco-concerns, enough that the two seeming-poles become nearly indistinguishable. ' The picked edges of the birches' / bitter bark, ' she writes, to open the poem ' Paper Trees, ' ' Red-gold admixture / of mind a fleeting logical thread / she keeps tangling around / her spindle body [.]' Compton plays with familiar landscapes and phrases fragmented and re-formed, twisting expectations and direction, constantly darting between lines, between trees, in an out of view in simultaneous outreach and retreat. Compton writes through a voice akin to something wild, something feral, one hesitant to step to far towards an encroaching array of human activity. ' My love I am a tangled I am choked & salted, ' she writes, to open ' Shorn Fur, ' ' My love I am feeling the itch of the buds soon to burst from my skin [.]' -- rob mclennan
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Shanna Compton is the author of four collections of poetry, most recently (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) (Black Lawrence Press, 2020). Her work has appeared in the Nation, American Poetry Review, Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day, McSweeney's, Best American Poetry, and elsewhere. Born and raised in Texas, she spent a dozen years in New York City, where she earned an MFA from the New School. She is the founding editor of Bloof Books and works as a freelance book designer in Lambertville, NJ.
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Paperback. Etat : New. Poems in (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) slip through cracks into other worlds a little unfamiliar and they insist on the urgency of making what is unfamiliar familiar. You have to see how these poems sound in your head. As private and public exchange places with one another, we' re let in to Compton' s poems, we' re invited to provide the variable. - Dara Barrois/Dixon This collection is, from the get-go, parenthetical, by which I mean layered horizontally in voice, architecture, inflection, and sound- the sound of the ever-fading world, and the soundtrack of the human interior. The tone is a shimmering dread with a backbeat of wonder, and the reigning approach to the line is the caesura- gaps, silences, and redactions. Everything teeters, transmogrifies; even the speaker' s dress shifts from " delicate bushbean pink" to " tufted crest titmouse gray" and then into something like song: " My dress my dress/o mess of shabbiness. " Shanna Compton has managed to write poems that are utterly of the moment- " Oh vomitous intimacy!" - while harkening back to archetype, to the timeless strangeness of the natural world, imagination' s source: " the river/ the gold-green blur of trees," steadying, sweet, a " clear rivulet of water across the sandy waste." This collection met my thirst right where it lives. " Fellow navigators," I urge you to read it. - Diane Seuss Shanna Compton' s poems turn corners you wouldn' t know were there if she weren' t listening for them, locating them in order to give them away, listening to what' s there and what' s left out. Her astonishing feel, sound by sound, for shapeliness sprung from the edges and detail of lived experience, and her intense commitment to deep listening, are antidotes for and tough pushback against the constant threat of total immobility we all face every day. - Anselm Berrigan In a collection that is two parts feral eco-poetry, and one part stingingly personal reflection, Shanna Compton uses re-engineered punctuation as the soundtrack to her crucial work. Here, the woods and the animals do not merely appear as backdrops and extras, they are creatures in coexistence with the speaker, sometimes mingling until the narrative voice and the wilderness are indistinguishable from one another. . In Compton' s work, there is a clear understanding that the land, and those who live upon it, must learn to coexist in some way. Compton doesn' t claim to have the answers - her speaker(s) are often fractured and flawed even while they are earnest and moving. Readers of Camille Dungy, or Mary Oliver. N° de réf. du vendeur LU-9781625578167
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Poems in (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) slip through cracks into other worlds a little unfamiliar and they insist on the urgency of making what is unfamiliar familiar. You have to see how these poems sound in your head. As private and public exchange places with one another, we re let in to Compton s poems, we re invited to provide the variable. Dara Barrois/Dixon This collection is, from the get-go, parenthetical, by which I mean layered horizontally in voice, architecture, inflection, and sound the sound of the ever-fading world, and the soundtrack of the human interior. The tone is a shimmering dread with a backbeat of wonder, and the reigning approach to the line is the caesura gaps, silences, and redactions. Everything teeters, transmogrifies; even the speaker s dress shifts from delicate bushbean pink to tufted crest titmouse gray and then into something like song: My dress my dress/o mess of shabbiness Shanna Compton has managed to write poems that are utterly of the moment Oh vomitous intimacy! while harkening back to archetype, to the timeless strangeness of the natural world, imagination s source: the river/ the gold-green blur of trees, steadying, sweet, a clear rivulet of water across the sandy waste. This collection met my thirst right where it lives. Fellow navigators, I urge you to read it. Diane Seuss Shanna Compton s poems turn corners you wouldn t know were there if she weren t listening for them, locating them in order to give them away, listening to what s there and what s left out. Her astonishing feel, sound by sound, for shapeliness sprung from the edges and detail of lived experience, and her intense commitment to deep listening, are antidotes for and tough pushback against the constant threat of total immobility we all face every day. Anselm Berrigan In a collection that is two parts feral eco-poetry, and one part stingingly personal reflection, Shanna Compton uses re-engineered punctuation as the soundtrack to her crucial work. Here, the woods and the animals do not merely appear as backdrops and extras, they are creatures in coexistence with the speaker, sometimes mingling until the narrative voice and the wilderness are indistinguishable from one another. In Compton s work, there is a clear understanding that the land, and those who live upon it, must learn to coexist in some way. Compton doesn t claim to have the answers her speaker(s) are often fractured and flawed even while they are earnest and moving. Readers of Camille Dungy, or Mary Oliver fans looking for something with teeth, will find this collection vital to their bookshelves. While Compton seems to implore readers to take action in some places, there is a sense of hope to be found and nurtured in these pages. Shannon Wolf Her poems move across the page at quite a speed, from a human interior to an exterior and engagement with landscape and eco-concerns, enough that the two seeming-poles become nearly indistinguishable. The picked edges of the birches / bitter bark, she writes, to open the poem Paper Trees, Red-gold admixture / of mind a fleeting logical thread / she keeps tangling around / her spindle body [.] Compton plays with familiar Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781625578167
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Paperback. Etat : New. Poems in (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) slip through cracks into other worlds a little unfamiliar and they insist on the urgency of making what is unfamiliar familiar. You have to see how these poems sound in your head. As private and public exchange places with one another, we' re let in to Compton' s poems, we' re invited to provide the variable. - Dara Barrois/Dixon This collection is, from the get-go, parenthetical, by which I mean layered horizontally in voice, architecture, inflection, and sound- the sound of the ever-fading world, and the soundtrack of the human interior. The tone is a shimmering dread with a backbeat of wonder, and the reigning approach to the line is the caesura- gaps, silences, and redactions. Everything teeters, transmogrifies; even the speaker' s dress shifts from " delicate bushbean pink" to " tufted crest titmouse gray" and then into something like song: " My dress my dress/o mess of shabbiness. " Shanna Compton has managed to write poems that are utterly of the moment- " Oh vomitous intimacy!" - while harkening back to archetype, to the timeless strangeness of the natural world, imagination' s source: " the river/ the gold-green blur of trees," steadying, sweet, a " clear rivulet of water across the sandy waste." This collection met my thirst right where it lives. " Fellow navigators," I urge you to read it. - Diane Seuss Shanna Compton' s poems turn corners you wouldn' t know were there if she weren' t listening for them, locating them in order to give them away, listening to what' s there and what' s left out. Her astonishing feel, sound by sound, for shapeliness sprung from the edges and detail of lived experience, and her intense commitment to deep listening, are antidotes for and tough pushback against the constant threat of total immobility we all face every day. - Anselm Berrigan In a collection that is two parts feral eco-poetry, and one part stingingly personal reflection, Shanna Compton uses re-engineered punctuation as the soundtrack to her crucial work. Here, the woods and the animals do not merely appear as backdrops and extras, they are creatures in coexistence with the speaker, sometimes mingling until the narrative voice and the wilderness are indistinguishable from one another. . In Compton' s work, there is a clear understanding that the land, and those who live upon it, must learn to coexist in some way. Compton doesn' t claim to have the answers - her speaker(s) are often fractured and flawed even while they are earnest and moving. Readers of Camille Dungy, or Mary Oliver. N° de réf. du vendeur LU-9781625578167
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Poems in (CREATURE SOUNDS FADE) slip through cracks into other worlds a little unfamiliar and they insist on the urgency of making what is unfamiliar familiar. You have to see how these poems sound in your head. As private and public exchange places with one another, we re let in to Compton s poems, we re invited to provide the variable. Dara Barrois/Dixon This collection is, from the get-go, parenthetical, by which I mean layered horizontally in voice, architecture, inflection, and sound the sound of the ever-fading world, and the soundtrack of the human interior. The tone is a shimmering dread with a backbeat of wonder, and the reigning approach to the line is the caesura gaps, silences, and redactions. Everything teeters, transmogrifies; even the speaker s dress shifts from delicate bushbean pink to tufted crest titmouse gray and then into something like song: My dress my dress/o mess of shabbiness Shanna Compton has managed to write poems that are utterly of the moment Oh vomitous intimacy! while harkening back to archetype, to the timeless strangeness of the natural world, imagination s source: the river/ the gold-green blur of trees, steadying, sweet, a clear rivulet of water across the sandy waste. This collection met my thirst right where it lives. Fellow navigators, I urge you to read it. Diane Seuss Shanna Compton s poems turn corners you wouldn t know were there if she weren t listening for them, locating them in order to give them away, listening to what s there and what s left out. Her astonishing feel, sound by sound, for shapeliness sprung from the edges and detail of lived experience, and her intense commitment to deep listening, are antidotes for and tough pushback against the constant threat of total immobility we all face every day. Anselm Berrigan In a collection that is two parts feral eco-poetry, and one part stingingly personal reflection, Shanna Compton uses re-engineered punctuation as the soundtrack to her crucial work. Here, the woods and the animals do not merely appear as backdrops and extras, they are creatures in coexistence with the speaker, sometimes mingling until the narrative voice and the wilderness are indistinguishable from one another. In Compton s work, there is a clear understanding that the land, and those who live upon it, must learn to coexist in some way. Compton doesn t claim to have the answers her speaker(s) are often fractured and flawed even while they are earnest and moving. Readers of Camille Dungy, or Mary Oliver fans looking for something with teeth, will find this collection vital to their bookshelves. While Compton seems to implore readers to take action in some places, there is a sense of hope to be found and nurtured in these pages. Shannon Wolf Her poems move across the page at quite a speed, from a human interior to an exterior and engagement with landscape and eco-concerns, enough that the two seeming-poles become nearly indistinguishable. The picked edges of the birches / bitter bark, she writes, to open the poem Paper Trees, Red-gold admixture / of mind a fleeting logical thread / she keeps tangling around / her spindle body [.] Compton plays w Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781625578167
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