{"product_id":"9781400838240","title":"Carnations","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn Anthony Carelli's remarkable debut, \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e, the poems attempt to reanimate dead metaphors as blossoms: wild and lovely but also fleeting, mortal, and averse to the touch. Here, the poems are carnations, not only flowers, but also body-making words. Nodding to influences as varied as George Herbert, Francis Ponge, Fernando Pessoa, and D. H. Lawrence, Carelli asserts that the poet’s materials--words, objects, phenomena--are sacred, wilting in the moment, yet perennially renewed. Often taking titles from a biblical vocabulary, \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e reminds us that unremarkable places and events--a game of Frisbee in a winter park, workers stacking panes in a glass factory, or the daily opening of a café--can, in a blink, be new. A short walk home is briefly transformed into a cathedral, and the work-worn body becomes a dancer, a prophet, a muse.\u003cbr\u003e______\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cb\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE PROPHETS\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003ci\u003eAnthony Carelli\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e A river. And if not the river nearby, then a dream\u003cbr\u003e  of a river. Nothing happens that doesn’t happen\u003cbr\u003e    along a river, however humble the water may be.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e Take Rowan Creek, the trickle struggling to lug\u003cbr\u003e  its mirroring across Poynette, wherein, suspended,\u003cbr\u003e    so gentle and shallow, I learned to walk, bobbing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e at my father’s knees. Later, whenever we tried\u003cbr\u003e  to meander on our inner tubes, we’d get lodged\u003cbr\u003e    on the bottom. Seth, remember, no matter how we’d\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e kick and shove off, we’d just get lodged again?\u003cbr\u003e  At most an afternoon would carry us a hundred feet\u003cbr\u003e    toward the willows. We’d piss ourselves on purpose\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e just to feel the spirits of our warmth haloing out.\u003cbr\u003e  And once, two bald men on the footbridge, bowing\u003cbr\u003e    in the sky, stared down at us without a word.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Princeton University Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47140261396720,"sku":"9781400838240","price":12.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781400838240_p0.jpg?v=1763712817","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781400838240","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}