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Very good: A book that does not look new and has been read but is in excellent condition. No obvious ...
ISBN
9780374229054
Book Title
Pale Colors in a Tall Field : Poems
Publisher
Farrar, Straus & Giroux
Item Length
8.6 in
Publication Year
2020
Format
Hardcover
Language
English
Item Height
0.6 in
Author
Carl Phillips
Genre
Poetry
Topic
American / African American, Lgbt
Item Weight
8.5 Oz
Item Width
5.6 in
Number of Pages
80 Pages

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Publisher
Farrar, Straus & Giroux
ISBN-10
0374229058
ISBN-13
9780374229054
eBay Product ID (ePID)
16038273873

Product Key Features

Book Title
Pale Colors in a Tall Field : Poems
Number of Pages
80 Pages
Language
English
Publication Year
2020
Topic
American / African American, Lgbt
Genre
Poetry
Author
Carl Phillips
Format
Hardcover

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Item Height
0.6 in
Item Weight
8.5 Oz
Item Length
8.6 in
Item Width
5.6 in

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LCCN
2019-046726
Reviews
Named a Best Poetry Collection of 2020 by The Washington Post "Almost no one, to my ear, charts the perpetually shifting moods and meanings of the interior psychic landscape as sensitively, or as beautifully, as he does. This book is one of his finest, an intoxicating cocktail of passion mixed with tentativeness, precision mixed with ambiguity, that trains our attention on the intimations of the divine that are frequently hidden in everyday landscapes and encounters." --Troy Jollimore, The Washington Post "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions "I read each of Carl Phillips's books for the deepest pleasures poetry can provide -- intelligence, linguistic chops, mystery. I also read them as primers, field guides, breviaries: as translations of personhood, in all our flawed and searching complexity." --Lisa Russ Spaar, On the Seawall "The vitality in Carl Phillips's latest collection of verse, Pale Colors in a Tall Field, springs from the tension found in the poet's impulse toward philosophical reflection, on the one hand, and associative boldness, on the other. The push and pull between these two impulses is central to Phillips's creative work, and it's a feature that keeps us returning to his poetry again and again." --Jason Barry, The Adroit Journal, "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub, "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions "I read each of Carl Phillips's books for the deepest pleasures poetry can provide -- intelligence, linguistic chops, mystery. I also read them as primers, field guides, breviaries: as translations of personhood, in all our flawed and searching complexity." --Lisa Russ Spaar, On the Seawall, "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions, "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions "I read each of Carl Phillips's books for the deepest pleasures poetry can provide -- intelligence, linguistic chops, mystery. I also read them as primers, field guides, breviaries: as translations of personhood, in all our flawed and searching complexity." --Lisa Russ Spaar, On the Seawall "The vitality in Carl Phillips's latest collection of verse, Pale Colors in a Tall Field, springs from the tension found in the poet's impulse toward philosophical reflection, on the one hand, and associative boldness, on the other. The push and pull between these two impulses is central to Phillips's creative work, and it's a feature that keeps us returning to his poetry again and again." --Jason Barry, The Adroit Journal, Named a Best Poetry Collection of 2020 by The Washington Post "Almost no one, to my ear, charts the perpetually shifting moods and meanings of the interior psychic landscape as sensitively, or as beautifully, as he does. This book is one of his finest, an intoxicating cocktail of passion mixed with tentativeness, precision mixed with ambiguity, that trains our attention on the intimations of the divine that are frequently hidden in everyday landscapes and encounters." --Troy Jollimore, The Washington Post "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions "I read each of Carl Phillips's books for the deepest pleasures poetry can provide -- intelligence, linguistic chops, mystery. I also read them as primers, field guides, breviaries: as translations of personhood, in all our flawed and searching complexity." --Lisa Russ Spaar, On the Seawall "The vitality in Carl Phillips's latest collection of verse, Pale Colors in a Tall Field, springs from the tension found in the poet's impulse toward philosophical reflection, on the one hand, and associative boldness, on the other. The push and pull between these two impulses is central to Phillips's creative work, and it's a feature that keeps us returning to his poetry again and again." --Jason Barry, The Adroit Journal "Carl Phillips's new poetry collection, Pale Colors in a Tall Field , is a meditation on the intimacies of thought and body as forms of resistance. The poems are both timeless and timely, asking how we can ever truly know ourselves in the face of our own remembering and inevitable forgetting. Here, the poems metaphorically argue that memory is made up of various colors, with those most prominent moments in a life seeming more vivid, though the paler colors are never truly forgotten." -- The Rumpus, Named a Best Poetry Collection of 2020 by The Washington Post "Almost no one, to my ear, charts the perpetually shifting moods and meanings of the interior psychic landscape as sensitively, or as beautifully, as he does. This book is one of his finest, an intoxicating cocktail of passion mixed with tentativeness, precision mixed with ambiguity, that trains our attention on the intimations of the divine that are frequently hidden in everyday landscapes and encounters." --Troy Jollimore, The Washington Post "These poems, which are filled with longing and a sense of the poet wrestling with himself, are made up of reflections . . . While Phillips is enigmatic in these poems, he is never coy, conjuring a rich intellectual and felt life on the page for the reader." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) " I have never heard a bad word about poet Carl Phillips, whose next collection considers the intersections of memory, colors, and forgetfulness. If we imagined our recollections as colors, what hues would they have? Which parts of ourselves would appear vividly, and which parts dim? Phillips has the ability to be both enigmatic and reassuring in his work, always going past where you think the poem aims to go, and achieving something greater . . ." --Aaron Robertson, Lit Hub " Few poets can deliver such weight with such precision as Phillips, who again marvels in this new collection . . . Phillips is the type of writer to make us believe that, perhaps, poetry truly is the form in which story and song best breathe together." --Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions "I read each of Carl Phillips's books for the deepest pleasures poetry can provide -- intelligence, linguistic chops, mystery. I also read them as primers, field guides, breviaries: as translations of personhood, in all our flawed and searching complexity." --Lisa Russ Spaar, On the Seawall "The vitality in Carl Phillips's latest collection of verse, Pale Colors in a Tall Field, springs from the tension found in the poet's impulse toward philosophical reflection, on the one hand, and associative boldness, on the other. The push and pull between these two impulses is central to Phillips's creative work, and it's a feature that keeps us returning to his poetry again and again." --Jason Barry, The Adroit Journal "Carl Phillips's new poetry collection, Pale Colors in a Tall Field , is a meditation on the intimacies of thought and body as forms of resistance. The poems are both timeless and timely, asking how we can ever truly know ourselves in the face of our own remembering and inevitable forgetting. Here, the poems metaphorically argue that memory is made up of various colors, with those most prominent moments in a life seeming more vivid, though the paler colors are never truly forgotten. The poems in Pale Colors in a Tall Field approach their points of view kaleidoscopically, enacting the self's multiplicity and the difficult shifts required as our lives, in turn, shift." -- The Rumpus
Table Of Content
The Last of Fanfare On Being Asked to Be More Specific When It Comes to Longing Pale Colors in a Tall Field Blue Wash on Linen Canvas, Believed Unfinished To All Appearances Tugging the Arrow Out Instructions Prior For Nothing Tender about It Dirt Being Dirt Snow A Little Closer Though, If You Can, for What Got Lost Here Since When Shall Speak of It No More The Same in Sun as It Felt in Shadow As Easy to Cry as Not To Wherefore Less Lonely So the Edge of the World Blow It Back What They Did, Who They Did It With Skylark Morphine Barbarian Even If Sleep and Death Are Brothers Yet No Less Grateful Is It True All Legends Once Were Rumors Said the Horse to the Light The Steeper the Fall Now That Nature Includes Oblivion Overheard, Under a Dark Enchantment Ghost Choir If It Must Be Winter Cadence To Be Worn Openly at the Wrist, or at the Chest and Hidden On Mistaking the Sound of Spurs for Bells Approaching Defiance notes acknowledgments
Synopsis
A powerful, inventive collection from one of America's most critically acclaimed poets. Carl Phillips's new poetry collection, Pale Colors in a Tall Field , is a meditation on the intimacies of thought and body as forms of resistance. The poems are both timeless and timely, asking how we can ever truly know ourselves in the face of our own remembering and inevitable forgetting. Here, the poems metaphorically argue that memory is made up of various colors, with those most prominent moments in a life seeming more vivid, though the paler colors are never truly forgotten. The poems in Pale Colors in a Tall Field approach their points of view kaleidoscopically, enacting the self's multiplicity and the difficult shifts required as our lives, in turn, shift. This is one of Phillips's most tender, dynamic, and startling books yet.
LC Classification Number
PS3566.H476P25 2020
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Copyright Date
2020

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