{"product_id":"salvage-isbn-9780771024719","title":"Salvage","description":"\u003ci\u003eSalvage\u003c\/i\u003e is a beautifully crafted new book of poems. It opens with a signpost alerting the reader to “Poems about Loss\/ Next 100 Pages,” poems about loved ones, relationships, innocence, faith – all gone. But paradoxically people and events in Michael Crummey’s embrace are too vivid to fade away. Summer and winter visits to a Finnish cemetery in Northern Ontario, the aftermath of a mysterious act of arson in Kingston, Ontario, a run around fogged-in Quidi Vidi Lake, St. John’s, Newfoundland – these experiences and others are rendered indelible in spare, luminous poems infused with conscience and heightened attention. Michael Crummey will break your heart and mend it too.MICHAEL CRUMMEY is author of the memoir \u003ci\u003eNewfoundland: Journey into a Lost Nation\u003c\/i\u003e; seven books of poetry, including \u003ci\u003eArguments with Gravity\u003c\/i\u003e, winner of the Writers' Alliance of Newfoundland and Labrador Book Award for Poetry; and the short fiction collection \u003ci\u003eFlesh and Blood\u003c\/i\u003e. His first novel, \u003ci\u003eRiver Thieves\u003c\/i\u003e, was a finalist for the Scotiabank Giller Prize, and his second novel, \u003ci\u003eThe Wreckage\u003c\/i\u003e, was a finalist for the Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize. His third novel, \u003ci\u003eGalore\u003c\/i\u003e, won the Commonwealth Writers' Prize (Canada and the Caribbean) and was a finalist for the Governor General's Literary Award. His fourth novel, \u003ci\u003eSweetland\u003c\/i\u003e, was also a finalist for the Governor General's Literary Award. His most recent novel, \u003ci\u003eThe Innocents\u003c\/i\u003e, was a finalist for the Scotiabank Giller Prize, the Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize and the Governor General's Literary Award. Michael Crummey lives in St. John's, Newfoundland.\u003cb\u003eHOW HE CARRIED IT\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt hovered in the boy’s head pale\u003cbr\u003eas a daylight moon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt lit him up like a field\u003cbr\u003eunder a hail of lightning,\u003cbr\u003eit torched the buildings locked\u003cbr\u003eand almost hidden under brush\u003cbr\u003ein the unfenced backyard of his mind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt travelled in his blood like blooms\u003cbr\u003eof silt stirred from a river bottom, \u003cbr\u003eit ticked like a clock toward \u003cbr\u003esome alarm his body\u003cbr\u003elay awake for,\u003cbr\u003eit made him feel ancient and\u003cbr\u003eunrecoverable and lonely\u003cbr\u003efor his friends\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt churned inside him\u003cbr\u003elike the crankshaft of the planet,\u003cbr\u003edarkness endlessly turning\u003cbr\u003etoward a deeper darkness \u003cbr\u003ehe had no name for\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt settled on him like squatters\u003cbr\u003eclaiming farmland lying fallow,\u003cbr\u003elike summer dusk staining\u003cbr\u003ethe distant hills blue \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Word about the Poem by Michael Crummey\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eThis one drives my mother crazy. What is the “it” that he carries, she wants to know, but I’m not telling. The “it” is a very particular thing to me, but I was interested in writing a poem that circled and circled the specific without nailing a name to it, which would allow a reader to make their own guess at what lies at the centre. I wanted the poem to have an incantatory feel, letting a progression of images build one upon the other with the hope that by the end something adhered. And I’m honestly not sure if anything does.","brand":"McClelland \u0026 Stewart","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301143531749,"sku":"NP9780771024719","price":16.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780771024719.jpg?v=1767736069","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/salvage-isbn-9780771024719","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}