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Lädt ... Inseminating the Elephant (Lannan Literary Selections)von Lucia Perillo
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In Inseminating the Elephant, MacArthur Fellow Lucia Perillo delivers hard-edged yet vulnerable poems that attempt to reconcile the comic impulse with the complications and tragedies of living in the actual, eating-and-breathing body--what she calls the "meat cage." With deft precision, Perillo dissects human failings and sexuality, as well as the relentless collision of nature with the manufactured world. Whether recalling her training as a biologist who experimented on birds and coyotes, wondering at animal impulses, or simply watching birds from her wheelchair, she draws the reader into unforgettable poems rich in image and story. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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I suspect this stunning collection of poems often catches readers unaware. Perillo ranges widely (and sometimes wildly) in her choice of subject matter, using irony tinged with humor to carry us along.
It's strange to find an ode to shoplifting, but here it is, in 'A Romance.' And 'First Epistle of Lucia to Her Old Boyfriends' similarly gives readers a pause (reflect: how close our own sentiments?) Perillo evokes 'Martha,' the last of millions of passenger pigeons who died in 1914 to 'wonder what else could go.' (And I recall Marguerite Young's depiction of that event.)
The title poem appears late in the book. Even if we have seen
the author's acknowledgements that include thanks to her doctors and to 'the inmates at the Washington (state) Corrections Center for Women, who trained my dog' we are caught by
'now I've alluded to my body that grows ever more inert-- better not overdo lest you get scared: the sorrowing world is way too big.'
Perillo is wheelchair bound but her mind, heart and pen seem to know no limits. This is a stimulating selection of poems and a true gift to its readers. ( )