For the Love of Endings
Ben Purkert
(Author)
Description
How does it feel to lose your planet, your lover, yourself? Ben Purkert's debut collection, For the Love of Endings, tests what connects us to this earth and to each other. His brilliantly crafted poems examine "the gap / between the world & how / people paint it: dark, distant, there / for the taking." He makes us look at our disintegrating world head on and see what we've done to it, and what it has done to us.
Product Details
Price
$15.95
$14.83
Publisher
Four Way Books
Publish Date
March 06, 2018
Pages
74
Dimensions
6.1 X 8.9 X 0.4 inches | 0.3 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781945588051
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About the Author
BEN PURKERT teaches creative writing at Rutgers University-New Brunswick. His poems and essays have appeared in Agni, Boston Review, Guernica, Kenyon Review, The New Yorker, Ploughshares, and elsewhere. He holds degrees from Harvard and NYU, where he was a New York Times Fellow. He lives in New York.
Reviews
For the Love of Endings by Ben Purkert is featured on The Adroit Journal's Best of Poetry 2018 list. -- (12/31/2018)
"...Purkert highlights a familiar paradox of human life. We are both radically connected to, and yet disconnected from, our physical bodies. Each of us carries, inside ourselves, a dark, slimy ecosystem: the wet bags of our lungs, the spongy filters of our livers, the 100,000 miles of our veins. If we are lucky, we will never actually see this world; our job is to ride the roller coaster of consciousness, not examine the engine room. Still, it is natural to be curious about these internal objects -- to wonder what our bones look like or what our gallbladder is doing at this very moment...." Read the full review here. -- (01/18/2019)
"...Purkert highlights a familiar paradox of human life. We are both radically connected to, and yet disconnected from, our physical bodies. Each of us carries, inside ourselves, a dark, slimy ecosystem: the wet bags of our lungs, the spongy filters of our livers, the 100,000 miles of our veins. If we are lucky, we will never actually see this world; our job is to ride the roller coaster of consciousness, not examine the engine room. Still, it is natural to be curious about these internal objects -- to wonder what our bones look like or what our gallbladder is doing at this very moment...." Read the full review here. -- (01/18/2019)
