Reign of Snakes (平装)
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品牌: Robert Wrigley
基本信息出版社:Penguin (Non-Classics) (1999年6月1日)丛书名:Poets, Penguin平装:112页正文语种:英语ISBN:0140589198条形码:9780140589191产品尺寸及重量:22.8 x 15.2 x 0.8 cm ; 141 gASIN:0140589198
商品描述内容简介One of America's most accomplished poets takes his readers on an evocative journey in his latest collection. Described by the late James Dickey as "one of the finest new poets to come along in years," Robert Wrigley fulfills that early promise with this, his newest collection.Reign of Snakesis a book about desire, the soul's desire as much as the body's. As Jane Hirshfield said of Wrigley's previous book, In theBank of Beautiful Sins(Penguin, 1995), "To read it is to unpeel a little further into the human, and into the wideness that holds the human--a splendid gift." Reign of Snakes takes us to yet another level, deep into the daily devotions, "where the dark blows a kiss to night."
. . . a frigid day in February and a full-grown rattlesnake curled to a comma in the middle of the middle of the just-plowed road. Ice ghost, I think, curve of rock or stubbed-off branch. But the diamonds are there, under a dust of crystals looming, impossible, summer's tattoo, the mythical argyle of evil. --fromReign of Snakes专业书评From Publishers Weekly
Memories and loves, and a knowledge of the Midwest's plants, insects and animals, combine in Wrigley's fifth collection to create an eccentric "bland, humdrum, quotidian guilt." Nature poems like those preceding each of the volume's four parts cram the landscape with highly wrought sonic and syntactic resonances (a plant is "a dessicate dump the strumpet sparrows/ spread far and wide"). But most often, the affected syntax surrounds more directly confessional moments of the hunter's peculiar agonies, as in the title poem: "And I have hacked rattlesnakes to bloody hunks,/ grunting my rage, and made with a single surgical blow/ a guillotine of the shovel's edge." By the end of poems like "Flies," "Hoarfrost," "Art" and "Prey" it doesn't much matter whether such violence is being critiqued or fetishized, as interest has long since waned. Shifting such interrogations of physicality to people, however, like the poet's wife and children, results in a bad fusion of Whitman, D. H. Lawrence and antiquarian porn: if after childbirth "her breasts, those lovely baubles, became/ mammary glands, lactate factories, unfirmed/ unto womanliness and not a bit less lovely." The results of such simplistic representations are condescending and baffling. At best, they bring one back to the piscatory eclogues and lush, self-involved phrasings of the Rhymer's Club. But unlike them, these poems don't seem to have anything to teach us about nature.
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From Booklist
Wrigley is acutely aware of both his enmeshment within nature and his intellectual separation from it. Death and the slow rot and fade that follow intrigue him, and many poems are cued to scenes of animals in peril due to the actions of humans. A "sad moose" slowly succumbs to old age and starvation with an arrow lodged in his flank. A beaver is struck by a car. A buck is trapped in a barbed-wire fence. A wounded mouse stands stock-still surrounded by two cats and a dog. And then there are the snakes, both worshiped and murdered by men and women with equal fervor and conviction. Wrigley ponders what it is that we have that animals lack, and what animals have that we can only long for: their perfect fit with the cosmos. His unsentimental contemplation of nature's fecundity and the mythic trials of drought, flood, fire, and ice give rise to endless questions of faith. Dramatic and heady, Wrigley's transporting poems knit us tightly into the glistening web of life.Donna Seaman
