The individual is always political: a preview of poetry in 2018.

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The individual is always political: a preview of poetry in 2018.
Many books this year are sad. It is hard not to read the current political upheavals and the cold sense of division that many of them suffer as much as public pain when dealing with private matters. Needless to say, this year’s poetry books are powerful.
This is my seventh for NPR wrote books about my future the most worth looking forward to a year, this time I set some new rules for yourself (not for the first time, not seen poet of a previous version of this preview, and the lack of published “hits” or “collecting” poet of poetry review), I hope I can provide poets in their career in the media perspective, their adult life and responsibilities, and their in this trouble and troubling time meet with public and private life.
These rules also mean that I have to skip the exciting collection of my favorite poets, including Terrance Hayes, Kevin Young and CD Wright. But the poets below are not trying to prove their potential or to cement their heritage; They are dealing with their lives through poetry, and I hope to see the world through the broken poetry that follows it – to clarify the world in this way.
Li liying’s poetry – immediate, emotional, constant and intense – requires the reader to be immediately involved. Body language and almost no difference here – the title poem is a long and complicated word of temptation and prepared: “she said, I hope you can touch me/if you want to know me, not call me. Poems of love and desire fill half of the book; In the rest of the time, li for cultivation of his youth politics, history and memory of the same firm eyes staring at the refugee children: “this is the advice of Thomas Jefferson, the tree of liberty/must be regularly watering blood”, he wrote in a poem. “The other said,” the dead have nothing to teach us.”
Daniel Borzutzky won the national book award in 2016 after the debut, has carried on the deep speculation, to the current event that is a perception of the United States, including the “they say I am a illegal immigrants, wandering the streets in a gang.” “I” can be anyone, “they” is anyone else. This is our present nightmare, a kind of aimless noise, sometimes a silent dramatic monologue, as countless voices claim “investigator # 41… /… /… Ask me what did I do on the Internet “and acknowledges that all the responsibility on behalf of,” this is not enough, is not enough to shame/hunger/death death only when others are not enough.” According to Borzutzky, we are all responsible for the state of the union.
Stir in her debut in the subsequent activity, Seam, reviewed during the liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971 rape and torture, rape women Tarfia Faizullah widely watched “: this world with his own swirl war”. From the “northern Iraq, high noon, the sun there perched on the field, with lilies” to San Francisco on the back of a taxi, she heard from Bangladesh driver “from a deep sleep/wake him call your brother,” Faizullah looked at many forms of pain. These poems slowly, gracefully open, with anger, sympathy and fear. Sadness and hope interweaves in the poetry, such as “what is this” the elegy want, meditation how it includes a blend of art and truth: “the elegy trying to/it is hard to understand how we become/body, but I am trying to understand/permanent,
In her fifth book, Dorothea Lasky presented a complex tone, with hardly a mix of irony, goodwill, anger, fear and joy to treat the new mother to the theme of the work and public anger: “perfect/to have such perfect child/and have such a perfect marriage /… / coffin/light blue/perfect/eat worms family facial expression “when laski to surrealism gesture, she still call real and powerful emotions:” do you want to immersed in the mouse/completely in oil/it/the tender meat with us/shoulders like a pig.” She is a besieged consciousness, but not at the expense of great compassion or even humor. If her poems sometimes look like they’re yelling, it’s like they’re just yelling at you,
Hieu Minh Nguyen from the perspective of a strange color wrote very vulnerable, but also from a fierce conflict, the son of a worry about his desire to lover, an absolute need to speak, is looking for what needs to be and how right. Although he was born in 1991, Nguyen’s voice is young, timeless, uncertain and wise. His poetry is placed somewhere on the page and stage between, as if in your ear say out loud: “bless touch, I want to/it is rounded noise” I like the way, “I guess” apology for naked beauty made more beautiful naked. The same phrase means something completely different, which means a sneaky suspicion, here: “I think I am trying to understand what makes a man/like a bat against the guilty.
As our newly appointed poet laureate, Tracy k. Smith’s work is very difficult, in whatever your political persuasion, advocate language change power, our public discourse structure appears to be under siege. It’s her fourth time to collect water, this is her first after the Pulitzer for life on Mars, waters, from brooklyn hip new uncertain life memories, “known set/sunset” in the coming century exposed mistrust of the our country the couple: “why your body/drink all dark light? / what do you want/feel? What did you steal? “In these poems, Smith generously accept American poet unusually public burden, raised the national dispute to take home, and in the local find what global:” when I love I/father, let I love them. .. /… / do I have to pay the price, / to the stranger’s father, to walk home/let us live apart? “

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