04 - Calendars by Annie Finch May 27, 2008 8:28:31 GMT 2
Post by shayepoet on May 27, 2008 8:28:31 GMT 2
"There are some books one feels should be described as if they were wines,
with that same loving attention to their physical qualities, to body and
fullness and finish. Calendars is such a book. These are vintage poems. . ."
-- Wendy Taylor Carlisle, Wind
Landing Under Water, I See Roots
All the things we hide in water,
hoping we won't see them go—
(forests growing under water
press against the ones we know)—
and they might have gone on growing
and they might now breathe above
everything I speak of sowing
(everything I try to love).
Reviews for Calendars:
"Calendars is a book that rewards rereading, for Finch’s beauties reveal themselves slowly. Though a casual reading finds little to stumble over—Finch sounds approachable, even conversational—the book’s deeper beauties await that second and third and fourth visit. This is a book that will last."
-- Patricia Monaghan, Web Del Sol
"Finch, who has described her work process as including the whispering or muttering, shouting or chanting or singing her words aloud as she writes, has brought that song into the words in a way that we associate with poets of an earlier era, like Tennyson or Kipling."
-- Tad Richards, Jacket
"We should rejoice that Annie Finch has given us poems to be read aloud, and often. Calendars should not be perused quietly and alone, then placed on a shelf and forgotten. Formalists and feminists will find much to provoke discussion, and plain old-fashioned poetry lovers will find much to admire...."
-- D'Arcy Randall, Blue Mesa Review
"Great film directors help their actors achieve that "real" performance. When I read Annie Finch, I feel that within the walls of the many worlds she has portrayed in miniature breathe some of the most "real" and living poetry around. In her thoughtful rite-of-passage poem "Menstrual Hut," in which a young woman's innocence of her body is awakened and she learns to listen to the cycles of the moon, the narrator proclaims, "Now I am the one with the eyes."
This perfectly sums up Annie Finch's effect on me."
-- Michael Parker, MiPoesias
"Calendars is a collection that illuminates over time. There is endless music of sound and sense: till we turn and are empty, / till we turn and are full (“Over Dark Arches”). There are images worth savoring: rocky pools cupping the salt of the human (“A Carol for Carolyn”). And there are riddles to unravel: Now I watch the watching dark my light’s long-growing dark makes known (“A Seed for Spring Equinox”). It is meant to be read again and again. Read it outdoors. Read it aloud. Read it and dance. Or read it and chant. Just read it with your body’s memory (“Lamia to Lycius”).
-- Cindy Williams Guttierez, Calyx
About the author:
Annie Finch is the author of three books of poetry, The Encyclopedia of[/b][/blockquote]
Scotland; Eve; and Calendars; a translation of the complete poetry of Louise
Labe; and several anthologies and books on poetics, including A Formal
Feeling Comes: Poems in Form by Contemporary Women; An Exaltation of Forms
(with Kathrine Varnes); and the essay collection The Body of Poetry: Essays
on Women, Form, and the Poetic Self (2005). A professor of English at the
University of Southern Maine, and founder of the WOM-PO listserv, she
directs the Stonecoast Low-Residency MFA program.
ISBN: 9781932195002, 70 pages, $14.95
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