{"product_id":"orphic-politics-isbn-9780771046360","title":"Orphic Politics","description":"A new collection by the winner of the Governor General’s Award for Poetry.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eTim Lilburn’s award-winning work has observed the natural world with an intensity of seeing and a reverence that shifts the way we understand our lives. Now, in his brilliant new collection of poems, Lilburn has turned his meticulous, unerring eye to an intimate, utterly compelling exploration of the body’s fall into illness. These haunting poems take the reader below the surface of things into a peculiar world of personal and social alteration. Its incantatory insistence and its shocking imagistic leaps make the poetry a sustained act of therapy, a ritual instrument for change.“Striking and original. . . . [Lilburn captures] the mystical and ecstatic moments when self and world are united.” — \u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“At its best, this is avant-garde lyricism the haunting utterances of which would make Rilke shiver, and so should be welcomed.”\u003cbr\u003e- \u003ci\u003eGlobe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003eTim Lilburn’s six previous poetry collections include\u003cb\u003e Kill-site\u003c\/b\u003e, winner of the Governor General’s Award, and \u003cb\u003eTo the River\u003c\/b\u003e, winner of the Saskatchewan Book Award for Book of the Year. His poems have been widely anthologized. He lives in Victoria, where he teaches at the University of Victoria.THIS, THEN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomeone wearing a vest of radon implants\u003cbr\u003ecoaxed my tongue to be sweetly laid out in a kurgan of rain.\u003cbr\u003eThis is the rain’s nest, he said, where you will be joined\u003cbr\u003eby the skin of a galloping horse held up by sticks.\u003cbr\u003eJust then God’s mouth filled with lead.\u003cbr\u003ePeople at that time started, it seemed, to bleed\u003cbr\u003ein the streets from their ears.\u003cbr\u003eThis wasn’t force of listening, they\u003cbr\u003ejust were scraped by some large thing moving past,\u003cbr\u003esleet of arrows, yielding shelf of stones.\u003cbr\u003eI stared at them, peak, peak, peak. The quills in their hands\u003cbr\u003eand feet slicked into me, over\u003cbr\u003ethe border into me like I was being shot up, quietly and in secret\u003cbr\u003eby drum solos.\u003cbr\u003eLet us dip the tip of horror in horror.\u003cbr\u003eRandy went down, Albert rappelled under the waves.\u003cbr\u003eSomething, all we’d never said, was eating\u003cbr\u003eup from below.\u003cbr\u003eSt. Teresa of Avila was sitting in a gold chair\u003cbr\u003ein a breathing-through-a-straw house in a suburb\u003cbr\u003equite far out, where what she’s saying — it eggs slowly from\u003cbr\u003eher mouth — is taken up in spikes along the back legs of the hum\u003cbr\u003efrom swelling, overhead wires.Poems","brand":"McClelland \u0026 Stewart","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302296801509,"sku":"NP9780771046360","price":14.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780771046360.jpg?v=1767734278","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/orphic-politics-isbn-9780771046360","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}