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001			ocn953525418
003			OCoLC
005			20190609235113.0
008			160711s2016 mnu 000 0 eng
010			_a 2016030740
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020			_a9781571314901 (hardcover)
020			_a1571314903 (hardcover)
024	8		_a40026618999
035			_a(OCoLC)953525418
042			_apcc
092			_a811.6 _bR615
049			_aNFGA
100	1		_aRitvo, Max, _d1990-2016, _eauthor. _9318573
240	1	0	_aPoems. _kSelections
245	1	0	_aFour reincarnations : _bpoems / _cMax Ritvo.
250			_aFirst edition.
264		1	_aMinneapolis, Minnesota : _bMilkweed Editions, _c2016.
300			_a79 pages ; _c23 cm
336			_atext _btxt _2rdacontent
337			_aunmediated _bn _2rdamedia
338			_avolume _bnc _2rdacarrier
505	0		_a1. Living it up; The curve; The senses; Holding a freshwater fish in a pail above the sea; The watercolor eulogy; HI, Melissa; Poem to my litter; Dawn of man; Black bulls -- 2. For crow; To Randal, crow-stealer, Lord of the Greenhouse; Sky-sex dreams of Randal; Stalking my ex-girlfriend in a pasture; Mommy harangues poor Randal; Lyric complicity for one -- 3. Poem about my wife being perfect and me being afraid; When I criticize you, I'm just trying to criticize the universe; Poem in which my shrink is a little boy; Radiation in New Jersey, convalescence in New York; Poem set in the day and in the night; Poem to my dog, Monday, on night I accidentally ate meat; Troy; Heaven is us being a flower together; Afternoon -- 4. Second dream; Plush bunny; Crow says goodbye; Appeal to my first love; The big loser; The vacuum planet of the pee pee priestess; The blimp; The end; Touching the floor; Zyprexa, the snow pills; Snow angels; The hanging gardens; Universe where we weren't artists.
520			_aReverent and profane, entertaining and bruising, Four Reincarnations is a debut collection of poems that introduces an exciting new voice in American letters. When Max Ritvo was diagnosed with cancer at age sixteen, he became the chief war correspondent for his body. These poems are dispatches from chemotherapy beds and hospitals and the loneliest spaces in the home. They are relentlessly embodied, communicating pain, violence, and loss. And yet they are also erotically, electrically attuned to possibility and desire, to "everything living / that won't come with me / into this sunny afternoon." Ritvo explores the prospect of death with singular sensitivity, but he is also a poet of life and of love - a cool-eyed assessor of mortality and a fervent champion for his body and its pleasures. Ritvo writes to his wife, ex­-lovers, therapists, fathers, and one mother. He finds something to love and something to lose in everything: Listerine PocketPak breath strips, Indian mythology, wool hats. But in these poems, from the humans that animate him to the inanimate hospital machines that remind him of death, it's Ritvo's vulnerable, aching pitch of intimacy that establishes him as one of our finest young poets.
650		0	_aAmerican poetry _y21st century. _966237
650		0	_aCancer _vPoetry. _9318574
650		0	_aDeath _vPoetry. _9301170
655		7	_aPoetry. _2lcgft _96749
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