Burning

Häftad, Engelska, 2013

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‘The lyric poem works both to slow down our world, teasing out the many disparate elements of our experience, and to reorient it, by exposing an entire universe of instincts, paradoxes, and mysteries beneath all that we know, or think we know. In these poems by Anna Selby, human beings are always gravitating from earth and air towards water. It is as if the transcendence they seek (the desire to “leap/hot out of your own life”) requires a physical departure from the very medium they inhabit. Selby’s ringing titles evoke not just a subject but a sensibility, and her versatile forms and deftly run-on lines very persuasively re-enact the thrill of sense experience and the shape of thought.’ Chandrahas Choudhury

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Utgivningsdatum2013-11-15
Mått129 x 198 x 2 mm
Vikt535 g
FormatHäftad
SpråkEngelska
SerieSalt Modern Poets
Antal sidor32
FörlagSalt Publishing
ISBN9781844719518

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Anna Selby grew up in Shropshire, she worked abroad before moving to Norwich to study English Literature and do a Creative Writing Masters at the University of East Anglia. Her poems have been published in various publications and her poetry-dance collaborations have been shortlisted for The Oxford Samuel Beckett Theatre Trust Award, featured on the BBC Culture Show and tour nationally. Her poems often explore our connection with water and are influenced by poetry from Eastern Europe. In 2012, she organised Poetry Parnassus festival and co-edited The World Record anthology (Bloodaxe). She lives in London and works as Literature and Spoken Word Programmer at the Southbank Centre.

The First Time I Saw Your Winter The Second DanceWhere I Come FromDunwich BurningThe Early ShiftWashing My FatherDeath of the Fish MarchSwimming in the Abandoned QuarryIs it Too Late for the BathAn Intimate Dinner with Raised Voices The Lost Art of DisappearingRecipes for Quiet SonsThe Many ReasonsHow Sundays Would Sound if People Described Them52 Versions of HopeTimelapseDuck Eggs and Keats Instead of Grace