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Slow States of Collapse

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100 página
33 minutos
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Publicado:
Apr 1, 2016
ISBN:
9781770908796
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In her debut collection, Ashley-Elizabeth Best explores the cultivation of resilience during uncertain and often trying times. It’s a book built around day-to-day conflicts — poems about love, family, grief, power, and longing. Navigating the fault lines of popular culture and traditional poetry to assert that we are all history makers, Slow States of Collapse enters the landscape of personal narrative in an attempt to reconcile life’s little universal griefs.

Slow States of Collapse presents a world that is at once both menacing and full of wonder and grace. It’s a poetry of “casual cruelty” and “kisses like / puncture wounds,” of “something too tender to touch” and “the threat of an intense beauty.” In this collection, illness confronts bedside manners while a migrant restlessness also paints remarkable portraits of shifting self-image, and in the process the nature of personal and political power is reimagined.

Editorial:
Publicado:
Apr 1, 2016
ISBN:
9781770908796
Formato:
Libro

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Slow States of Collapse - Ashley-Elizabeth Best

SLOW STATES of COLLAPSE

Poems

ASHLEY-ELIZABETH BEST

For Grandma and Papa

Contents

Going East

Old Ontario

If You Were Thinking About Cheating

Bee Dance

The Arborist

I’d Like to Be the Subject of Your Neck Tattoo

Storming the Sprawl

After Church, We Visit

Arthropod Navigation

Under Alder

Wintering

Leaving by Train

Erratics

Small Tree, Grow

Toad

The Great Hag

The Hot and the Bitter

Courtdate

The Still

Wreck Cove, Cape Breton

Growing Up

10 Minute Frostbite Warning

Capture

Aristophanes’s Clouds

If It Be a Girl, Expose It

Dinner Party

Rachmaninoff Plays Rachmaninoff

In Kind

Prostitutes Holding Puppies, Gathered for a Drinking Bee in the White Chapel District of Dawson City, Yukon, c. 1898

The Type of Women Men Should Reject When Choosing a Life Partner

Someone on the Shore

Morning After the Field Party

Body Work

Heir Apparent

Looking Out for No One

Looking Out for No One

I Seek

Lunch in the Park

For Which He Still Suffers

A Dead Body Is Entirely Anatomy

After the Head Injury

That Numbness I Can’t Place

Living in the Wait

Theories of Animal Memory

Hospital

Presenting Complaint

Procedures/Investigations

Findings

Endometriosis

Healthy Husband, Ill Wife

Night Nurse

Reruns

I’m Not Your Cool Girlfriend

You Don’t Know What I Look Like When I’m Not in Love with You

You Don’t Know What I Look Like When I’m Not in Love with You

Not Your Girl

Flying Pigeon, Frozen Wire

Us, A Couple Years On

Algonquin Suite

I’ll Be the One You’ll Never Want

Leaving Alberta

I Don’t Know What I Deserve

How to Recognize a Wolf in the Forest

To Know About the Fire

Acknowledgements

About the Author

GOING EAST

For five days we lived in

some slow state of collapse

even the North

Saskatchewan River

could not carry away.

Voice hitching, my sister recalls

hair unspun

across my lap.

I feel the Braille of her spine,

hold the trail of her wrist.

We waited out the prairies,

exposed in the bud of our country’s

sleep. Safe is not this smooth —

we wanted enclosure, felt

the fear until tolled to sleep.

Held by the bloom of green,

the dead tent pole trees,

bearded streams, and deer

abundant in their calm stride

we crossed the Ontario

border, drank in the last hail

of lights’ thick mass.

Northern babies us. My birth kin —

my sister beside me, the bus

hugging Superior, sliding its

curve south,

though they call this

going east.

OLD ONTARIO

I lead you to the country

by hand,

old Ontario flushed

by settler-planted lilacs,

your careless palm,

our better ways of stalling.

Your eyes find

graves uncomfortably hill-perched.

The evening’s coming down,

lousy conjurer of shadows,

echoes of sky.

Various greens thirst under

the blue moon, our intent

cold

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