03803nam 22005415 450 991045844570332120210114084755.01-282-97642-797866129764211-4008-3824-X10.1515/9781400838240(CKB)2560000000055369(EBL)664596(OCoLC)713266680(DE-B1597)446984(OCoLC)979749695(DE-B1597)9781400838240(MiAaPQ)EBC664596(EXLCZ)99256000000005536920190708d2011 fg engur|n|---|||||txtrdacontentcrdamediacrrdacarrierCarnations Poems /Anthony CarelliCourse BookPrinceton, NJ : Princeton University Press, [2011]©20111 online resource (72 p.)Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets ;57Description based upon print version of record.0-691-14945-3 Frontmatter -- Acknowledgments -- Contents -- The Sabbath -- Glass Work Song -- The Prophets -- The Muse -- The Crusades -- The Builder -- The Collar -- The Apostles -- Discernment -- The Chance -- In Ordinary Time -- October Advent -- The Begats -- The Shepherd -- Lectio Divina -- The Hours -- Agnus Dei -- The Brooklyn Heavens -- Evangelical -- Birthday -- Sermon -- Original Sin -- Faith -- Incarnation -- No, Euripides -- Yahweh -- Apples for Thoreau -- Jerusalem -- The Crucifixion -- The Lord's Prayer -- The Disciples -- Sure -- AmenIn Anthony Carelli's remarkable debut, Carnations, the poems attempt to reanimate dead metaphors as blossoms: wild and lovely but also fleeting, mortal, and averse to the touch. Here, the poems are carnations, not only flowers, but also body-making words. Nodding to influences as varied as George Herbert, Francis Ponge, Fernando Pessoa, and D. H. Lawrence, Carelli asserts that the poet's materials--words, objects, phenomena--are sacred, wilting in the moment, yet perennially renewed. Often taking titles from a biblical vocabulary, Carnations reminds us that unremarkable places and events--a game of Frisbee in a winter park, workers stacking panes in a glass factory, or the daily opening of a café--can, in a blink, be new. A short walk home is briefly transformed into a cathedral, and the work-worn body becomes a dancer, a prophet, a muse.______ From Carnations:THE PROPHETS Anthony Carelli ? A river. And if not the river nearby, then a dream  of a river. Nothing happens that doesn't happen    along a river, however humble the water may be. Take Rowan Creek, the trickle struggling to lug  its mirroring across Poynette, wherein, suspended,    so gentle and shallow, I learned to walk, bobbing at my father's knees. Later, whenever we tried  to meander on our inner tubes, we'd get lodged    on the bottom. Seth, remember, no matter how we'd kick and shove off, we'd just get lodged again?  At most an afternoon would carry us a hundred feet    toward the willows. We'd piss ourselves on purpose just to feel the spirits of our warmth haloing out.  And once, two bald men on the footbridge, bowing    in the sky, stared down at us without a word.Princeton Series of Contemporary PoetsAmerican poetryElectronic books.American poetry.811.6811/.6Carelli Anthony, 1048458DE-B1597DE-B1597BOOK9910458445703321Carnations2476759UNINA