Elegy for a Broken Machine: Poems
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| Rating | : | 4.63 (863 Votes) |
| Asin | : | 0385353758 |
| Format Type | : | paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 80 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2013-10-07 |
| Language | : | English |
DESCRIPTION:
Mature, genuine, and moving. Grant Barber Some poetry collections you give a single read. Some, much fewer you realize if you read a lot of poetry, are masterworks of voice, tone, subject, verbal brilliance. Phillips' most recent warrants holding onto, for second readings and beyond. He brings a focused consideration for matters closest to his heart; his previous books have touched on much of the same emotional geography. Phillips brings some formal poetics to bear, but not in a contrived, forced manner; i. Elegy I recently attended a poetry reading of Patrick Phillips' and fell in love with his style of writing. His poems say/show more than what is actually written and as a young author I admire this tremendously. Elegy for a Broken Machine deals with subject matters surrounding his personal life but are events shared within the human experience making each piece relatable in some way.Amazing Poet on the Rise, I highly recommend this collection.. RJK said another delightful book by Patrick Phillips. The sublimely passionate poetry written by Patrick was conceived because he had a father,who was a father, unapologeticly, bombastic, boisttrss and profane. In other words a really good man who begat another really good man. It just gets better and better.
Finalist for the 2015 National Book Award in Poetry"An acute awareness of mortality gives Elegy for a Broken Machine a paradoxical, striking vitality. Whether writing about his father's drawn-out illness, an old guitar, his small son's school project, married and unmarried love, or the long-forgone pleasures of smoking, Patrick Phillips reminds us that love calls us to the things of this world in all its beauty, sorrow, comedy, and vanishing."
The result is a twenty-first-century memento mori, fashioned not just from loss but also from praise, and a fierce love for the world in all its ruined splendor.. In one poem Phillips watches his sons play “Mercy” just as he did with his brother: hands laced, the stronger pushing the other back until he grunts for mercy, “a game we played // so many times / I finally taught my sons, // not knowing what it was, / until too late, I’d done.” Phillips documents the unsung joys of midlife, the betrayals of the human body, and his realization that as the crowd of ghosts grows, we take our places, next in line. This book of elegies takes us from the luminous world of childhood to the fluorescent glare of operating rooms and recovery wards, and into the twilight lives of those who must go on. The poet Patrick Phillips brings us a stunning third collection that is at its core a son’s lament for his father