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_aAlmanac : _bPoems / _cAustin Smith. |
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_aPrinceton, NJ : _bPrinceton University Press, _c[2013] |
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_aPrinceton Series of Contemporary Poets ; _v63 |
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_tFrontmatter -- _tContents -- _tThe Silo -- _tQueen-Anne's Lace -- _tFort-Da -- _tThistles -- _tThe Night My Mother -- _tHow a Calf Comes into the World -- _tLightning -- _tAutumn's Velocity -- _tThe Brinkmeiers -- _tAerial Photograph, Glasser Farm, 1972 -- _tDean -- _tCoach Chance -- _tThe Man Accused of Fucking Horses -- _tThe Bait Shop -- _tMemoir of My Imaginary Sister -- _tNeon Apotheosis -- _tBingo -- _tStephenson County Fair in Wartime -- _tNancy and Dwayne, Danville, Virginia, 1970 -- _tRomeo and Juliet in the Tomb -- _tThe Battlefield -- _tThe Pit -- _tThe Man Who Poisoned Robert Johnson -- _tNazi Soldier with a Book in His Pants -- _tSharpener of Knives -- _tOverlord -- _tThe Hotel -- _tThe Equation -- _tResonance -- _tPostcards to Andrew Wyeth -- _tRecollection -- _tLetter to My Father Written in a Bar in Mitchell, South Dakota -- _tOn a Greyhound Bus in America -- _tMission -- _tThe Scythe -- _tThe Mummy in the Freeport Art Museum -- _tSirens -- _tA Serious House on Serious Earth -- _tPoem for Les, Homeless -- _tElegy for Missing Teeth -- _tDirections for How to Use Crest Whitening Strips -- _tThe Trencher -- _tInstructions for How to Put an Old Horse Down -- _tThe Key in the Stone -- _tWake -- _tNotes -- _tAcknowledgments |
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| 520 | _aAlmanac is a collection of lyrical and narrative poems that celebrate, and mourn the passing of, the world of the small family farm. But while the poems are all involved in some way with the rural Midwest, particularly with the people and land of the northwestern Illinois dairy farm where Austin Smith was born and raised, they are anything but merely regional. As the poems reflect on farm life, they open out to speak about childhood and death, the loss of tradition, the destruction of the natural world, and the severing of connections between people and the land. This collection also reflects on a long poetic apprenticeship. Smith's father is a poet himself, and Almanac is in part a meditation about the responsibility of the poet, especially the young poet, when it falls to him to speak for what is vanishing. To "e another Illinois poet, Thomas James, Smith has attempted in this book to write poems "clear as the glass of wine / on [his] father's table every Christmas Eve." By turns exhilarating and disquieting, this is a remarkable debut from a distinctive new voice in American poetry.______ From Almanac:THE MUMMY IN THE FREEPORT ART MUSEUM Austin Smith ? Amongst the masterpieces of the small-town Picassos and Van Goghs and photographs of the rural poor and busts of dead Greeks or the molds of busts donated by the Art Institute of Chicago to this dying town's little museum, there was a mummy, a real mummy, laid out in a dim-lit room by himself. I used to go to the museum just to visit him, a pharaoh who, expecting an afterlife of beautiful virgins and infinite food and all the riches and jewels he'd enjoyed in earthly life, must have wondered how the hell he'd ended up in Freeport, Illinois. And I used to go alone into that room and stand beside his sarcophagus and say, "My friend, I've asked myself the same thing." | ||
| 530 | _aIssued also in print. | ||
| 538 | _aMode of access: Internet via World Wide Web. | ||
| 546 | _aIn English. | ||
| 588 | 0 | _aDescription based on online resource; title from PDF title page (publisher's Web site, viewed 24. Aug 2021) | |
| 650 | 0 | _aAmerican poetry. | |
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