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The Poem She Didn't Write and Other Poems by Olena Kalytiak Davis read online ebook FB2, PDF, DJV

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" The Poem She Didn't Write is a breakup book, full of the kinds of invective and taunts honed by a person who has spent, as all of us have now spent, infinite hours online. Its complex tones arise from the poet's wanting equally to seduce and to repel a lover whose deepening silence only provokes rhetorical escalation. The effect can be like reading e-mails in someone's drafts folder--but who wouldn't want to read Davis's drafts?"--Dan Chaisson, The New Yorker "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, ‘Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that."-- Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her work--like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel--that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."--Rita Dove In her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": began when she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for spring in spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not much nothing really worth noting and then it was winter again--nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean (now you erase that) (you cross that out) and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalytiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., "...entering this writer's mind is one wild ride."-- Booklist " The Poem She Didn't Write is a breakup book, full of the kinds of invective and taunts honed by a person who has spent, as all of us have now spent, infinite hours online. Its complex tones arise from the poet's wanting equally to seduce and to repel a lover whose deepening silence only provokes rhetorical escalation. The effect can be like reading e-mails in someone's drafts folder--but who wouldn't want to read Davis's drafts?"--Dan Chaisson, The New Yorker "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, ‘Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that."-- Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her work--like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel--that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."--Rita Dove In her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": began when she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for spring in spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not much nothing really worth noting and then it was winter again--nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean (now you erase that) (you cross that out) and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalytiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, ‘Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that."-- Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her work--like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel--that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."--Rita Dove "Olena Kalytiak Davis's poems find evidence of the spirit everywhere, in laundromats, in parking lots and frozen landscapes, in the panic of birds."--Dean Young In her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": began when she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for spring in spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not much nothing really worth noting and then it was winter again--nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean (now you erase that) (you cross that out) and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalyiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., "There is an eerie precision to her work--like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel--that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."--Rita Dove"Olena Kalytiak Davis's poems find evidence of the spirit everywhere, in laundromats, in parking lots and frozen landscapes, in the panic of birds."--Dean YoungIn her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader, as she addresses, with a heightened post-confessional directness, lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. With her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection.From "The Poem She Didn't Write": "beganwhen she stopped""began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for springin spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not muchnothing really worth notingand then it was winter again--nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean(now you erase that) (you cross that out)and so on and so forth . . . "Olena Kalyiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., "There is an eerie precision to her work-like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel-that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."-Rita Dove"Olena Kalytiak Davis's poems find evidence of the spirit everywhere, in laundromats, in parking lots and frozen landscapes, in the panic of birds."-Dean YoungIn her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": beganwhen she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for springin spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire,no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______,when summer arrived there was more, but not muchnothing really worth notingand then it was winter again-nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white,frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean(now you erase that) (you cross that out)and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalyiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., ...entering this writer's mind is one wild ride."- Booklist " The Poem She Didn't Write is a breakup book, full of the kinds of invective and taunts honed by a person who has spent, as all of us have now spent, infinite hours online. Its complex tones arise from the poet's wanting equally to seduce and to repel a lover whose deepening silence only provokes rhetorical escalation. The effect can be like reading e-mails in someone's drafts folder-but who wouldn't want to read Davis's drafts?"-Dan Chaisson, The New Yorker "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, 'Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that."- Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her work-like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel-that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."-Rita DoveIn her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": beganwhen she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for springin spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire,no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______,when summer arrived there was more, but not muchnothing really worth notingand then it was winter again-nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white,frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean(now you erase that) (you cross that out)and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalytiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska.", Honored as one of "Nine Great Poetry Books of 2014" The New Yorker " The Poem She Didn't Write is a breakup book, full of the kinds of invective and taunts honed by a person who has spent, as all of us have now spent, infinite hours online. Its complex tones arise from the poet's wanting equally to seduce and to repel a lover whose deepening silence only provokes rhetorical escalation. The effect can be like reading e-mails in someone's drafts folderbut who wouldn't want to read Davis's drafts?"Dan Chaisson, The New Yorker "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, 'Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that." Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her worklike the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpelthat renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."Rita Dove In her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": began when she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for spring in spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not much nothing really worth noting and then it was winter againnothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean (now you erase that) (you cross that out) and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalytiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska., Honored as one of "Nine Great Poetry Books of 2014"-- The New Yorker " The Poem She Didn't Write is a breakup book, full of the kinds of invective and taunts honed by a person who has spent, as all of us have now spent, infinite hours online. Its complex tones arise from the poet's wanting equally to seduce and to repel a lover whose deepening silence only provokes rhetorical escalation. The effect can be like reading e-mails in someone's drafts folder--but who wouldn't want to read Davis's drafts?"--Dan Chiasson, The New Yorker "Davis' first full collection in a decade should be stamped with the warning, 'Buckle up!,' because entering this writer's mind is one wild ride of digression, mutation, and syntactical and typographical experimentation... Davis has clearly put the poetic rule book through a shredder, and there's much to appreciate about that."-- Booklist "There is an eerie precision to her work--like the delicate discernment of a brain surgeon's scalpel--that renders each moment in both its absolute clarity and ultimate transitory fragility."--Rita Dove In her first full collection in a decade, Olena Kalytiak Davis revivifies language and makes love offerings to her beloved reader. With a heightened post-confessional directness, she addresses lost love, sexual violence, and the confrontations of aging. In her characteristic syntactical play, sly slips of meaning, and all-out feminism, Davis hyperconsciously erases the rulebook in this memorable collection. From "The Poem She Didn't Write": began when she stopped began in winter and, like everything else, at first, just waited for spring in spring noticed there were lilac branches, but no desire, no need to talk to any angel, to say: sky, dooryard, _______, when summer arrived there was more, but not much nothing really worth noting and then it was winter again--nothing had changed: sky, dooryard, ________, white, frozen was the lake and the lagoon, some froze the ocean (now you erase that) (you cross that out) and so on and so forth . . . Olena Kalytiak Davis is a first-generation Ukrainian American who was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Educated at Wayne State University, the University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College, she is the author of three books of poetry. She currently works as a lawyer in Anchorage, Alaska.

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