{"product_id":"judas-goat-isbn-9781953534644","title":"Judas Goat","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eFinalist for the 2024 Washington State Book Award\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eAn NPR Best Book of 2023\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Stellar. . . . with great humanity, grace, and precision.” —Nicole Sealey, author of \u003ci\u003eOrdinary Beast\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eGabrielle Bates’s electric debut collection \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat\u003c\/i\u003e plumbs the depths of intimate relationships. The book’s eponymous animal is used to lead sheep to slaughter while its own life is spared, and its harrowing existence echoes through this spellbinding collection of forty poems, which wrestle with betrayal and forced obedience, violence and young womanhood, and the “forbidden felt language” of sexual and sacred love. These poems conjure encounters with figures from scriptures, domesticated animals eyeing the wild, and mothering as a shapeshifting, spectral force; they question what it means to love another person and how to exorcise childhood fears. All the while, the Deep South haunts, and no matter how far away the speaker moves, the South always draws her back home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn confession, in illumination, Bates establishes herself as an unflinching witness to the risks that desire necessitates, as \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat\u003c\/i\u003e holds readers close and whispers its unforgettable lines.\u003cb\u003eContents:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eThe Dog\u003cbr\u003e\nShould the First Calf of Winter Be White, You’re Going to Hate\u003cbr\u003e\nImpermanent\u003cbr\u003e\nIntro to Theater\u003cbr\u003e\nEffigy\u003cbr\u003e\nLittle Lamb\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Animals We Are\u003cbr\u003e\nDear Gretel\u003cbr\u003e\nStrawberries\u003cbr\u003e\n[Who Hasn’t Lain in a Yard with Boys]\u003cbr\u003e\nDear Birmingham\u003cbr\u003e\nHow Judas Died\u003cbr\u003e\nConversation with Mary\u003cbr\u003e\nTime Lapse\u003cbr\u003e\nSabbath\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Mentor\u003cbr\u003e\nEastern Washington Diptych\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Greatest Show on Earth\u003cbr\u003e\nSaint of Ongoingness\u003cbr\u003e\nSelf-Portrait as Provincial\u003cbr\u003e\n“Person” Comes from “Mask”\u003cbr\u003e\nWhen Her Second Horn, the Only Horn She Has Left,\u003cbr\u003e\nIce \/\u003cbr\u003e\n\/ Tithes\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Bridge\u003cbr\u003e\nIn the Dream in Which I Am a Widow\u003cbr\u003e\nAnd Even After All That, No Epiphany\u003cbr\u003e\nDance Party at the Public Glasshouse\u003cbr\u003e\nJudas Goat\u003cbr\u003e\nThe Lucky Ones\u003cbr\u003e\nEconomic Mobility\u003cbr\u003e\nI Asked \/\/ I Got\u003cbr\u003e\nIllusion\u003cbr\u003e\nGarden\u003cbr\u003e\nRosification\u003cbr\u003e\nOwnership\u003cbr\u003e\nSalmon\u003cbr\u003e\nThis Is How Mud Is Made Again\u003cbr\u003e\nMothers\u003cbr\u003e\nAnniversary\u003cbr\u003e\nAcknowledgments\n\"Rich with myth, scripture and childhood memory, these poems were impossible to turn away from.\"—\u003cb\u003eNPR, A Best Book of 2023\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"These poems are both generous and spare, full of unconventional portraits of longing—for safety, for love, for a motherhood one doesn’t truly desire. Bates is a wise, tender witness to the parts of ourselves we rarely expose.\"—\u003cb\u003eVulture\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The debut’s sequences on mourning, mothers, and marriage consider the ways in which encounters with nonhuman animals reveal the deception, purchase, and stakes of human behavior.\"—\u003cb\u003eThe Poetry Foundation\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A sharp-eyed debut.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePoets \u0026amp; Writers\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Elegant. . . . Bates moves fast, faces grim truths and draws hard lines.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ravishing.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eGarden \u0026amp; Gun Magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A  stunner of a debut. . . . Haunted, funny, and profound.\"—\u003cb\u003eShondaland\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Bates fills her debut with intense imagery and surprising truths. . . . These yearning poems offer intriguing descriptions and insights.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gabrielle Bates is a poet we’ll be reading for a very long time. Eyes forward, one hand always behind, bringing history in from the shadows, Bates offers in her poems lessons on how to move forward toward health and safety, and a thriving creative and emotional-spiritual interior, without letting go of who we are and where we came from, painful though it can be to bring ourselves, fully, into the light.\"—\u003cb\u003eThe Rumpus\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hypnotic. . . . A deliciously (perhaps devilishly) original book.:—\u003cb\u003eThe Millions\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lives on the blade-edge between forebears Carl Phillips and Brigit Pegeen Kelly—intimate and intoxicated and charged with violence; rooted in scripture, wilderness, home spaces. . . . and the mythic worlds we construct to sustain or drive ourselves.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Adroit Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Beautiful and devastating and real.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eArkansas International\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A sensitive and assured voice. . . . a noteworthy debut, and confirmation of Bates’s talent, heart and place in contemporary poetry.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eChicago Review of Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Expansive, sure, and sharp.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSouthern Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Dazzling…. Bates’s scintillating lyricism makes it a thrilling and unforgettable read.\"—\u003cb\u003eElectric Literature, A Best Poetry Collection of 2023\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thrillingly bold. . . . unique in approach, mischievous in its navigation of ideas, and lush yet controlled in its use of language.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This collection bites, and soothes, and bites again—you won’t be able to quite catch your breath, and you won’t want to.\"—\u003cb\u003eBuzzfeed\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The words leap off the page. Bates will be a lasting voice in the modern poetry landscape.\"—\u003cb\u003eDebutiful\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stunning.\"—\u003cb\u003eAutostraddle\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Haunting.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eAlta Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Absolutely breathtaking.\"—\u003cb\u003eBook Riot\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What resonates. . . . is that desire to experience a fundamental love, even if it’s illusory.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWashington Independent Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Arresting.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew England Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"One of America’s most unique voices. . . . Gabrielle Bates is one part rock star, one part bard, offering a debut that perfectly balances an unflinching, badass attitude with the practiced precision of an experienced student of poetics.\"—\u003cb\u003eThe Poetry Question\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The haunting and unexpected imagery in this collection makes you want to return to the poems time and time again.\"—\u003cb\u003eWrite or Die Magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ravenous and roaring. . . . Bates invites us to explore the depths of human relationships.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Dawn Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I was once so terrified of my own contentment \/ I bit my shoulder \/ and drew blood,' confesses a speaker in Gabrielle Bates’ stellar debut, \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat\u003c\/i\u003e, which thinks through our luck and lot with great humanity, grace, and precision. In disbelief, you’ll want to pinch yourself while reading . . . no need. Believe me, \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat\u003c\/i\u003e is just that good.\" —\u003cb\u003eNicole Sealey, author of \u003ci\u003eOrdinary Beast\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gabrielle Bates announces herself as a poet of compassion, precision, and heartbreak in all its myriad ways–in \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat,\u003c\/i\u003e the poet studies and upends stories of suffering in both human and animal worlds. Radiating with the curiosity and wonder of a medieval painter, the poet’s refreshing voice creates a glistening world of religious, mythic, pagan, and modern images which interrogate the cruelties in our most intimate relationships: lovers, parents, landscapes, and gods. In poems that are both sharp and tender, she writes of effigies and little lambs, of chisels in the hands of mentors, of early marriages, of subway stations, of white ash and the 'cold blood on the cock of god.' And yet through all the layers of large and little violences emerges a speaker who believes in love, a voice that yearns for the mysterious otherwhere: 'I am too dying\/ of what I don’t know.' I was stunned by this magnificent debut–here is the voice of a poet I will be reading again and again.\" —\u003cb\u003eAria Aber, author of \u003ci\u003eHard Damage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\"nside the slipperiness of language, Gabrielle Bates writes with a precision that is both lush and masterful. Her writing feels like a laser beam dancing under a waterfall, drenched with exquisite diction, ache, and desire. Violence and tenderness are throttled and exposed through human touch and terror, needling the symbolic intensities through the linguistic landscape of animals. Gorgeous questions loom and ricochet throughout \u003ci\u003eJudas Goat\u003c\/i\u003e, a book that has utterly wrecked my heart and left me in awe as I gasp at lines that wake me up to the wild world. Bates writes, ‘If I describe something, anything, long enough, \/ language will lead me back to wanting it.’ This type of yearning creates dazzling entry points inside poems probing and reaching for God, the South, marriage, friendship, mothers, and mentor poets we see as mothers, grieving, and so much longing, longing, longing bursting throughout this remarkable debut.\" —\u003cb\u003eTiana Clark, author of \u003ci\u003eI Can't Talk About the Trees Without Blood\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eGabrielle Bates\u003c\/b\u003e’s poetry has appeared in \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePoetry\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eAmerican Poetry Review\u003c\/i\u003e, and other publications. A writer, visual artist, and cohost of \u003ci\u003eThe Poet Salon\u003c\/i\u003e podcast, Bates is originally from Birmingham, Alabama, and now lives in Seattle, Washington.THE DOG\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\nHe didn’t want to tell me. He almost didn’t.\u003cbr\u003e\nIt was luck much more than gut that made me ask.\u003cbr\u003e\nA beer opened an hour earlier than usual,\u003cbr\u003e\nthe desire for conversation. There was no sense in me\u003cbr\u003e\nthat he was in some sort of aftermath.\u003cbr\u003e\nHe said, when I asked, I had a bad day,\u003cbr\u003e\nor, I had a weird day, I can’t remember.\u003cbr\u003e\nI saw a dog, he said. I was on the train.\u003cbr\u003e\nA man with a dog on a leash. The man ran and made it\u003cbr\u003e\nbut the dog hesitated outside, and the doors closed—\u003cbr\u003e\nno, not on his neck—on the leash, trapping it.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe man was inside, and the dog was outside on the platform.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe button beside the door, ringed in light, blinked.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe man was shouting now, hitting the button,\u003cbr\u003e\nall else silent, the befuddlement\u003cbr\u003e\nof dog pulled along, the pace slow until it wasn’t.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe tunnel the train must pass through leaving the station\u003cbr\u003e\nis a perfectly calibrated, unforgiving fit.\u003cbr\u003e\nThe dog had a color and a size I don’t know,\u003cbr\u003e\nso it comes to me as legion.\u003cbr\u003e\nLarge. Small. Fur long, or short. White, or gray.\u003cbr\u003e\nBut the man always looks the same.\u003cbr\u003e\nAs I held him against me in our kitchen,\u003cbr\u003e\nthe moment sharpened my eyes. How easily\u003cbr\u003e\nI could imagine a version of our lives\u003cbr\u003e\nin which he kept all his suffering secret from me.\u003cbr\u003e\nI saw the beer on the counter. I saw myself drink it.\u003cbr\u003e\nWhen we went to bed, I stared at the back of his head\u003cbr\u003e\nsplit between compassion and fury. My nails\u003cbr\u003e\ngently scratching up his arm, up and down, up and down,\u003cbr\u003e\nthe blade without which the guillotine is nothing.\n","brand":"Tin House","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48233286303973,"sku":"NP9781953534644","price":16.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781953534644.jpg?v=1767730499","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/judas-goat-isbn-9781953534644","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}