A reissuing of The Finger Bone, poems by Kevin Prufer
|Publisher:||Carnegie-Mellon University Press|
|Series:||Carnegie Mellon Classic Contemporary Series: Poetry|
|Product dimensions:||5.30(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.40(d)|
About the Author
KEVIN PRUFER was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1969. He is the author of Strange Wood and editor of The New Young American Poets and Pleiades: A Journal of New Writing. His poems appear in TriQuarterly, Ploughshares, Boulevard, The Southern Review, and other journals.
Table of Contents
Pastoral • Adolescence • My Other Self • The Boys • Women and Maple Tree • Petals • Sad Story • What is this ship? • Terrible Love • Report from the Lovelorn • The Lucky Criminals • Infant Nephew • Painted Cup • Divorce • Nancy Drew and the Secret The Wreckers • Spin-Out • Death Comes in the Form of a Pontiac Trans Am • From the Auto Wreck • Frightened Figure with Horse • Sad Song • Salvage Lot, Dusk • Sensual Disaster • Helicopter Wreck • Writing the Accident • Things are Inherent in Things • Pause, Pause • Overheard in a Restaurant • Ars Poetica • Outdoor Cafe, Approaching Storm Technophobic Sonnet • Moth Knowledge • The Astronomer to His Telescope • The Astronomer's Prayer • The Astronomer's Dream • Stars Where They Aren't • Lab Nightmare • Narcissism • The Archaeologist's Evening Prayer • Neanderthal • Two Muses Discuss Arrowheads • The God of Clues This was the model to which I held • A Man in Pearls • For the Dead • For the Dead • For the Dead • For the Dead: Adoration • For the Dead: A Clearer Song • Letter of Consolation • Blue Pitcher, Empty and Full • The Last of the Storm Windows • What the Paymaster Said • The Loved Ones • The Living • Kinds of Sleep • For the Unfortunates • The End of the City • Trompe L'Oeil
What People are Saying About This
"Kevin Prufer's poems alchemically translate the mundanities of suburban life into mysteries; they perform a kind of transubstantiation in which the inner life becomes the outer world. Computers and hallucinations co-exist, and yards and parking lots become a paysage moralis, a psychological landscape of risk and loss and possibility. He hears the beating hearts of cars and the wail of a newborn city, the sighs of school desks and the flute music of a hollow bone. Prufer is a conjurer of the quotidian, summoning up phantasms of the everyday. Those ghosts turn out to be our own."
"Kevin Prufer's new poems spin us into bizarre, occasionally uncomfortable recognitions. They do it through language so imaginatively brilliant that even the ominous and the sad are imbued with pleasure. I have not encountered such an exciting book in years."