feargal mooney (10 Ergebnisse)

Zustand: Good. Good condition. A copy that has been read but remains intact. May contain markings such as bookplates, stamps, limited notes and highlighting, or a few light stains.

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Zustand: New. In.

Zustand: New. In.

Zustand: New. KlappentextMooney presents an anthology of fiction that is set in a Midtown Manhattan bar.

Zustand: New. KlappentextThe poets collected in this anthology have set out to touch something, somehow, with only words at their disposal. Words can thrill, still, in this day and age, if only for a moment.

Kartoniert / Broschiert. Zustand: New.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - It's not easy to put yourself into the tattered loafers of a contemporary poet. He isn't much read - not on this continent at least. He doesn't represent any kind of iconic allusion. He isn't quoted by politicians except on inauguration day or when they're reaching for what they hope is sublime, most likely in a speech they instinctively know will be too long. I can imagine Senator Throb screaming at his speech writers later to not give him the kind of material that causes the voters' eyes to glaze over. 'It's the last goddam time we're quoting any goddam poetry.' So what could possibly be said about the poets in this anthology that they might not have already lied about to their mothers Instead I'll talk about you. I try to visualize you reading this introduction and then the entire book. I can't exactly picture you, obviously, but know you're not the average reader or you wouldn't have selected this book - while I admit the cover is attractive. You either have a thirst for knowledge or, at least, elevated diversion. You're not necessarily highly educated but you ain't no dumb ass. I love you. I want to crawl up your leg a homing finger but I'm not after your libido. It's your spine from about mid-lower back up into your brain stem that I want to straighten with the gentlest of tingling. Your head should raise and your chin should point. And you should feel it in your ears. The poets in this book share that wish. I doubt that any one of them hopes for the sentences they've crafted to be in all senses useless. They've set out to touch something, somehow, with only words at their disposal. Words can thrill, still, in this day and age, if only for a moment. There are still moments a book can energize a latent or near forgotten purpose to our lives. Maybe that is too much to hope for with this volume, but maybe hoping for an initiative sparked by one or two of these writers leading to future moments in which that is attained, isn't.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - In the beginning was four drunken editors and their girlfriend/wives in a Midtown Manhattan bar. Four drunken editors et al whose recollections would equal at least eight or sixty four different genesises - or is that genesi They might have argued the proper plural if given the cue but their lines were cast for bigger fish. They shared a philosophy that was species neutral. An empty hook will snag a catch eventually. And what have you caught 'Well, this looks like some kind of Perch, which reminds me of Canary. And that's the book industry. That's a cage you carry around until its prisoner is dead.' 'My catch is longer, a slithier silver.' 'Slithy earn.' 'This fish is pretty fat, and in this sense not good, but it does have whiskers and what's more this fish brags.' 'It's too bad the hook gashed up one side of this guppy because if you could excise that whole side, the rest.' 'Tasty. Shrimp.' 'A tiny penis fish.' And undoubtedly time went by when no fish were snagged. That's when you turn to talk to the bartender or excuse yourself to where the most genisi are found (empirically, yes, thank you), which are at the urinal. One should piss fish as well as catch them because that's exactly the kind of fish we're looking for. Well, as it turns out, that is to say in the end, it's not the fish you hook but the accidental fish that slaps your ankle. It swims by and you never even really read it. It reads its way accidentally into your boat. Bloog Mandrake NY NY USA.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - This collection brings together poetry by writers currently living in America, Britain, Ireland, Italy and New Zealand. They have little in common other than finding themselves here, in this book, and in the early part of the 21st century, with something to say. Contributors: Raewyn Alexander, Alex Barr, Lynn Blackadder, Sean Brijbasi, Susan Campbell, David Cooke, Tim Craven, Mikey Delgado, Vanessa Gebbie, Kim Göransson, James Browning Kepple, Charles Lambert, Laura Lee, Andrew Mayne, Geraldine Mills, Stephen Moran, Nuala Ní Chonchúir, Richard Peabody, Lynsey Rose, Judi Sutherland, Lee Webber. The title is taken from a poem by Alex Barr.