Theater of Memory: New and Selected Poems - Softcover

Perlberg, Mark

9780807145685: Theater of Memory: New and Selected Poems

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ISBN 10: 0807145688 ISBN 13: 9780807145685

Verlag: Louisiana State University Press, 2012

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Winner of the L. E. Phillabaum Poetry Award Gifted with a unique and elemental style that goes to the heart of things, often with Zenlike simplicity, Mark Perlberg published four books of poetry over the course of his long and accomplished life. At the time of his death in 2008 he was in the process of putting together Theater of Memory, a collection of his best poems, both published and unpublished, which he saw as the summation of his life's work. His wife, Anna Nessy Perlberg, completed the manuscript and contributed an afterword to the collection. Moving and unpretentious, the poems range from verses about the poet's childhood, including the early death of his father, to pieces in conversation with Chinese poet T'ao Ch'ien, to poignant poems about his grandson. A slowly deflating helium balloon becomes a meditation on aging and the urgency to teach his grandson "to remember in perilous / times to keep something of himself for himself."

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Mark Perlberg (1929--2008) cofounded the Poetry Center of Chicago and served as its president for many years. He is the author of four previous collections of poems, including The Impossible Toystore and Waiting for the Alchemist.

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From "In the Theater of Memory"

Only months before we entered the impossibletoystore, my father quit the familyby performing the unfathomable trick of dying.Surely, he could have reversed the magicthat engrossed him as he lay on his bedin the darkened room.Surely, he could have turned the keyin the lock of himself and slipped the chainshe chose to wear, like Houdini,another prince of the time.

Was not the story you never tired of tellinga slant account of a vexed and baffled boywho would not forgive his father for disappearing,nor you, your entrance on the scene?

For I had seen him glide from our homeon a June evening,saw him lift his straw boater in the air,flash his broad Franklin Roosevelt smile,then turn and vault the hedgeat the border of the lawn.

His heels made sidewalk musicdown the street.

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