A School of Embodied Poetics
By (author) Scott Cairns
$5.99
- ISBN: 9781111111111
- Trim size: 0 x 0 inches
- Weight: 5 ounces.
- Publication Date: 01 Apr 2020
- Product ID: 5916
- Format: Paperback
Cairns has long insisted upon poetics that appreciate words as more than signs pointing to other matter, as more than names for things. He has insisted that poetic texts perform the ancient Hebraic understanding of words as also being things, powerful things with generative agency.
His poetry has been called sacramental and incarnational. With this new chapbook perhaps hereafter the operative descriptor will be embodied.
“Scott Cairns' new chapbook, which is hand bound and limited to a print run of 350, is only 24 pages long. But its 12 poems are rich enough to elicit days—or weeks, or perhaps years—of contemplation. The titles alone, which range from ‘Erotikos Logos, Again’ to ‘Η Θεολογία: God Talk—Isaak’s Epistle’ to ‘Butter,’ reveal a space where puzzlement can yield to the blinding power of a word, a phrase, a stanza. If the Word became flesh, Cairns imagines, then surely a poem must do more than say something: it must create something. At the same time, to be embodied—as a reader or a poet—is to taste the sweetness of a peach, to notice the 'late, thick drape of new snow,' to allow one’s own lofty thoughts to be tempered by the physical presence of a loved one.” —Elizabeth Palmer, Christian Century
His poetry has been called sacramental and incarnational. With this new chapbook perhaps hereafter the operative descriptor will be embodied.
“Scott Cairns' new chapbook, which is hand bound and limited to a print run of 350, is only 24 pages long. But its 12 poems are rich enough to elicit days—or weeks, or perhaps years—of contemplation. The titles alone, which range from ‘Erotikos Logos, Again’ to ‘Η Θεολογία: God Talk—Isaak’s Epistle’ to ‘Butter,’ reveal a space where puzzlement can yield to the blinding power of a word, a phrase, a stanza. If the Word became flesh, Cairns imagines, then surely a poem must do more than say something: it must create something. At the same time, to be embodied—as a reader or a poet—is to taste the sweetness of a peach, to notice the 'late, thick drape of new snow,' to allow one’s own lofty thoughts to be tempered by the physical presence of a loved one.” —Elizabeth Palmer, Christian Century
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