LEADER 03050nam 2200553 450 001 9910789382803321 005 20230315213234.0 010 $a0-8229-9064-4 035 $a(CKB)3710000000095320 035 $a(EBL)2045651 035 $a(OCoLC)608086376 035 $a(SSID)ssj0000818927 035 $a(PQKBManifestationID)11413700 035 $a(PQKBTitleCode)TC0000818927 035 $a(PQKBWorkID)10842941 035 $a(PQKB)11198146 035 $a(MiAaPQ)EBC2045651 035 $a(MdBmJHUP)muse19359 035 $a(Au-PeEL)EBL2045651 035 $a(CaPaEBR)ebr10853063 035 $a(CaONFJC)MIL586666 035 $a(EXLCZ)993710000000095320 100 $a20070327h20072007 uy| p 101 0 $aeng 135 $aur|n|---||||| 181 $ctxt 182 $cc 183 $acr 200 10$aThis clumsy living /$fBob Hicok 210 1$aPittsburgh, Pennsylvania :$cUniversity of Pittsburgh Press,$d[2007] 210 4$dİ2007 215 $a1 online resource (110 p.) 225 1 $aPitt poetry series 300 $aDescription based upon print version of record. 311 $a0-8229-5953-4 327 $tTwenty-three windows --$tTwins --$tAbsolution --$tGrooming --$tReparations --$tHer my body --$tThe busy days of my nights --$tA poem with a poem in its belly --$tTeam effort --$tElsewhere --$tThe collector --$tWaiting for my foot to ring --$tDuh --$tSinge --$tWar story --$tTwenty-eight fathers --$tOdyssey --$tMy career as a director --$tMy iron age --$tMy new neighbor --$tMy faith-based initiative --$tHappy anniversary --$tA letter: the Genesis poem --$tTwenty-one rivers --$tIn Michael Robins's class minus one --$tTwo living wills --$tROTC --$tSwitching to deer time --$tSolstice: voyeur --$tDocumenting a decision --$tThirty-three skies --$tAngels of mercy --$tFailures in meditation --$tThe new math --$tPhysical --$tA theory of art as respiration --$tThirty-two dreams --$tThe personal touch --$tMy last factory job --$tBeasts --$tGreen on the day --$tFull flight --$tPeoria --$tTheoretical love --$tThe active reader --$tSpam leaves an aftertaste --$tMy ever after. 330 $aWinner of the 2008 Bobbit National Poetry Prize. "Few others in contemporary poetry are so brilliantly able to combine wit and weight, to charge the language so it virtually glows in the dark. Hicok's poems just plain rock. They rock because they are gorgeous. They rock because they are sad and turn on the radio. They dance our 'clumsy living' with our shadows and our isolations to a music that always, always remembers the original delight in which 'the feel of things, if [we] cherish, helps [us] live / more like a minute than a clock.'"--Beckian Fritz Goldberg 410 0$aPitt poetry series. 606 $aAmerican poetry 615 0$aAmerican poetry. 676 $a811/.54 700 $aHicok$b Bob$f1960-$01547828 801 0$bMiAaPQ 801 1$bMiAaPQ 801 2$bMiAaPQ 906 $aBOOK 912 $a9910789382803321 996 $aThis clumsy living$93851497 997 $aUNINA