{"product_id":"9781770564138","title":"Dear Leader","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI'm ill-equipped\u003cbr\u003e   for this. I sit\u003cbr\u003e     by a fake fireplace\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003ethat frames a real flame.\u003cbr\u003e   I've been crossed\u003cbr\u003e     by two crows today.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e'Multi-vectored, Rogers's poems hum with life and tension, their speaker poised as mother, seer, reporter and daughter. They speak of loss and cold realities (misplaced charms of luck, a tour of an assisted-living facility, coins thrown into Niagara Falls). They also interweave dreams and visions: \"O Lion, I am \/ an old handmaiden; I will not lay the pretty baby in the lap \/ of the imposter.\" Simple but evocative, at once strange and plain, Rogers's poems of address ricochet off the familiar \"Dear Reader\" or Dickinson's \"Dear Master\" ... Rogers's poems provide instructions for what to leave, what to take and what to fight. They act as selvage between the vast mother-ocean — the \u003cem\u003emem\u003c\/em\u003e of memory — and the fabric we make of the uncertain in-between.’\u003cbr\u003e-- Hoa Nguyen, \u003cem\u003eThe Boston Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e‘How can we live with the kind of pain that worsens each day? \u003cem\u003eDear Leader \u003c\/em\u003eexplains through bold endurance, enumerated blessings and the artistic imagination. By pasting stark truths over, or under, images of strange, compelling beauty, Rogers creates a collage, a simulation of the human heart under assault, bleeding but unbroken. Part Orpheus, part pop-heroine who can “paint the daytime black,” all, an original act of aesthetic violence and pure, dauntless, love.’ \u003cbr\u003e — Lynn Crosbie\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003ePaper Radio\u003c\/em\u003e:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e‘\u003cem\u003ePaper Radio\u003c\/em\u003e jumped out at me and I can’t say why, but that’s what you want poetry to do, and I never want to say why. Because it’s real and talking to me. Because it’s bloody and horrifying beauty. It’s the Clash and Buckminster Fuller, Auden and Bowie.’\u003cbr\u003e— Bob Holman\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Coach House Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47135314804976,"sku":"9781770564138","price":12.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781770564138_p0.jpg?v=1763706539","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781770564138","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}