ISBN: 9780809324439 - muse: poems by susan aizenberg (crab orchard award series in poetry) (16 Ergebnisse)

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Paperback. Zustand: New. Muse, the first full-length collection from poet Susan Aizenberg, brings together poems of personal history, elegy, and the complex lives of artists, writers, and ""ordinary"" people, in an exploration of the relationship between art and life, esthetics and ethics. She is sharp-eyed in purpose, trying to understand ""what love is"" in a continual shifting between loss and knowledge. While ""there is no other world than this one"" for Aizenberg, nevertheless she finds a world of affirmation. Aizenberg sings elegant blues, keeps a perfect balance between elaboration and restraint with formal skill that is both impressive and consoling, reminding us that poetry is a form of intelligence in which music creates a world full of mystery and depth. Cortland, 1970 Always Monday, light October drizzle misting our hair, wet-wool musk of our peacoats. Remember your father's library? Three-for-a-buck novels, all the rosy headlights he could dream, group-gropes he couldn't. Breakfast was beer in a jelly glass. Then the ten-block walk, hardscrabble shacks imploding, to swing shift at Smith Corona. I still have the scar acid etched through my jeans that first night. Peeling them down in the ladies' room, I found a black.…

Softcover. Zustand: Fine. First Edition; First Printing. First edition. Crab Orchard Review / Southern Illinois University Press, c 2002, paperback, first printing (complete number line) , Fine, as new, 60 pages, unmarked. ISBN 0809324431, POETRY; F1807 a Poe.

Zustand: New. The first full-length collection from poet Susan Aizenberg, bringing together poems of personal history, elegy and the complex lives of artists, writers and "ordinary" people, in an exploration between art and life, aesthetics and ethics. Num Pages: 88 pages. BIC Classification: DCF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 229 x 152 x 7. Weight in Grams: 145. . 2002. Paperback. . . . . …

Zustand: New. The first full-length collection from poet Susan Aizenberg, bringing together poems of personal history, elegy and the complex lives of artists, writers and "ordinary" people, in an exploration between art and life, aesthetics and ethics. Num Pages: 88 pages. BIC Classification: DCF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 229 x 152 x 7. Weight in Grams: 145. . 2002. Paperback. . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland. …

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Muse, the first full-length collection from poet Susan Aizenberg, brings together poems of personal history, elegy, and the complex lives of artists, writers, and ''ordinary'' people, in an exploration of the relationship between art and life, esthetics and ethics. She is sharp-eyed in purpose, trying to understand ''what love is'' in a continual shifting between loss and knowledge. While ''there is no other world than this one'' for Aizenberg, nevertheless she finds a world of affirmation. Aizenberg sings elegant blues, keeps a perfect balance between elaboration and restraint with formal skill that is both impressive and consoling, reminding us that poetry is a form of intelligence in which music creates a world full of mystery and depth. Cortland, 1970 Always Monday, light October drizzle misting our hair, wet-wool musk of our peacoats. Remember your father's library Three-for-a-buck novels, all the rosy headlights he could dream, group-gropes he couldn't. Breakfast was beer in a jelly glass. Then the ten-block walk, hardscrabble shacks imploding, to swing shift at Smith Corona. I still have the scar acid etched through my jeans that first night. Peeling them down in the ladies' room, I found a black.…

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Paperback. Zustand: New. Muse, the first full-length collection from poet Susan Aizenberg, brings together poems of personal history, elegy, and the complex lives of artists, writers, and ""ordinary"" people, in an exploration of the relationship between art and life, esthetics and ethics. She is sharp-eyed in purpose, trying to understand ""what love is"" in a continual shifting between loss and knowledge. While ""there is no other world than this one"" for Aizenberg, nevertheless she finds a world of affirmation. Aizenberg sings elegant blues, keeps a perfect balance between elaboration and restraint with formal skill that is both impressive and consoling, reminding us that poetry is a form of intelligence in which music creates a world full of mystery and depth. Cortland, 1970 Always Monday, light October drizzle misting our hair, wet-wool musk of our peacoats. Remember your father's library? Three-for-a-buck novels, all the rosy headlights he could dream, group-gropes he couldn't. Breakfast was beer in a jelly glass. Then the ten-block walk, hardscrabble shacks imploding, to swing shift at Smith Corona. I still have the scar acid etched through my jeans that first night. Peeling them down in the ladies' room, I found a black.…