{"product_id":"skirts-and-slacks-isbn-9780375709425","title":"Skirts and Slacks","description":"W. S. Di Piero, a fresh and powerful voice in American poetry, opens this collection about public and private worlds with poems that revisit the deaths of his parents. It is an important adult passage for him, and for them a last chance to leave a message: his father lying in bed, “bemused and contemptuous \/ of the hell in which he lay”; his mother soon to be laid out in the cheap gold flats “that made her look young and men look twice.” Di Piero writes poems of relationships, of ordinary beauty, of the deep, visceral memories that shape who we become. He reveals the art in the everyday—sometimes literally, as when he spies a Vermeer beauty in a girl with nose studs at the ATM, or van Gogh’s self-portrait in a small-time bookie. Whether describing the uncertainty of sexual love (“. . . your footpads \/ wet after a bath \/ left prints like \/ our conversations \/ every which way”) or a panhandler in Port Authority (“Show you to your bus \/ or an excellent candy bar?”), he is delicate and direct at once, a no-nonsense guide to his surroundings who is moved by what he sees. His strong, elegantly simple statements of truths of feeling go beyond the pleasure of the words themselves and restore us to the thrill of honesty in our own lives.\"Di Piero has a great talent for close description . . . Particularly fine [is] the elegy for his parents, 'White Blouse White Shirt,' which ends on a note authentically sublime. Di Piero's poems cling tenaciously to the real and hold out for something more true; they scour the world to see past it.\" -- \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A master of impressionistic candlelight, Di Piero is precise and empathetic . . . Between the everyday and the lofty, illuminated by 'mildly crazed words,' these thoughtful poetic compositions combine serious imagery with 'truth in words' . . . Refreshing poetry that gets better with reading.\" --\u003ci\u003e Library Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Di Piero consistently injects Kleinzahlerian whimsy into his short lyrics, along with pathos-laden descriptions of depression's quotidian. This solemn attention to nature can mutate into Boccaccio-like satire . . . His ear is a great deal sharper than most poets chronicling their art- and writing-centered lives.\" -- \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"W. S. Di Piero's poems have a different relationship to reality from what you find in most other poets' work. When I\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003epublish one of his poems about Philadelphia, I get letters from people saying they know the neighborhood he's talking about; sometimes they even know the \u003ci\u003eblock\u003c\/i\u003e he's talking about. When I read his poems about his father and mother and other relatives, I can see them, or hear them speak, or sense the way they moved around and wore clothes and occupied space. Very little contemporary poetry has this quality--this allegiance to something that exists, or existed--and to me it's one of the most valuable functions poetry can have.\" --Wendy LesserW. S. Di Piero was born in South Philadelphia in 1945. He is the author of six previous books of poetry, and the translator of three volumes from the Italian. He writes about art for the \u003ci\u003eSan Diego Reader\u003c\/i\u003e and has published three collections of essays and criticism on art, literature and personal experience. He has received a Guggenheim Fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts grant and a Lila Wallace– Reader’s Digest Writer’s Award. He lives in San Francisco and teaches at Stanford University.\u003cb\u003eSkirts and Slacks\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe .32 Special\u003cbr\u003eits Dutch Masters box, \u003cbr\u003estill in their bedroom\u003cbr\u003ecloset, days after\u003cbr\u003emy mother's death, \u003cbr\u003eplus my father's\u003cbr\u003ethirty years ago. \u003cbr\u003eI used to practice\u003cbr\u003edisarming, reloading, \u003cbr\u003eputting it in my mouth\u003cbr\u003efor fun. And so\u003cbr\u003ehere it is again, \u003cbr\u003ebut (stupid woman, \u003cbr\u003eGreat Depression child\u003cbr\u003escrolling tens and twenties\u003cbr\u003ein macaroni boxes) \u003cbr\u003eloaded, half-cocked. \u003cbr\u003eOh yes, shoot the burglar\u003cbr\u003ein the closet, the cat\u003cbr\u003ein heat on the fence, \u003cbr\u003eand Calvin Coolidge. She rose, \u003cbr\u003erammy, close to death, \u003cbr\u003ecocked up in bed\u003cbr\u003eas if pulleyed by heaven, \u003cbr\u003esometime past midnight. \u003cbr\u003eI was there to watch\u003cbr\u003eher eyes wake for a moment\u003cbr\u003eenraged and hateful toward me. \u003cbr\u003eBone wooled with slights\u003cbr\u003eof flesh, what certainty\u003cbr\u003ein the body at its end? \u003cbr\u003eAnd between here and there? \u003cbr\u003eBreath stops, blood fades, \u003cbr\u003ethe comic head I'm lifting\u003cbr\u003efrom the pillow feels\u003cbr\u003etoo merely anatomical\u003cbr\u003eand heavier than before.","brand":"Knopf","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303107940581,"sku":"NP9780375709425","price":15.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375709425.jpg?v=1767736730","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/skirts-and-slacks-isbn-9780375709425","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}