Chlorosis

Michael Flatt (Author) Derrick Mund (Author)
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Product Details

Price
$18.00
Publisher
Operating System
Publish Date
October 01, 2018
Pages
104
Dimensions
5.83 X 0.25 X 8.27 inches | 0.32 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781946031273
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About the Author

Michael Flatt is an associate editor for Counterpath and Field Editorial. His poems have appeared in The Destroyer, Horse Less Review, SpringGun, 32 Poems, and elsewhere. His reviews of poetry and fiction have appeared in Colorado Review, NewPages, Octopus Magazine, and Cutbank. He's published an article entitled Too Red a Herring: The Unattainable Self in The Unnamable in Samuel Beckett Today/Aujourd'hui, and is the vocalist of Denver hardcore band Sherman to the Fucking Sea.

Reviews

"So often our urgencies upend themselves into absurdities. Lyric turns to joke and then to pugnacious elegy. So in Flatt's and Mund's Chlorosis, a dying world becomes a dynamic collaboration. Given options that find us 'imping toward stasis, ' this poetry reanimates and throws color and light on a dimming horizon. Can poetry save us? Maybe not. But perhaps what we need now is sustenance, not salvation. Both slapstick and delicate, Chlorosis sustains the witness necessary to this moment. Now, in this 'fugitive dimension, ' we are borne on 'an absent violence, ' 'still and waking for that which we lack / from which to emerge.'"--Elizabeth Robinson

"In these poems, Michael Flatt and Derrick Mund flicker between digital screens and imperceptibly crumbling landscapes to create a series of nameless glances cast at a contemporary psychic abyss. Here, Chlorosis reads like a thread of linked pastorals--eulogizing the living room of a broken American heart--choked by sunlit swarms of dust motes and a soft, semi-urban dread."--Janaka Stucky

"Chlorosis is a moving experiment in the uses of the poetic 'we' in a time of crisis. It hangs tight--it usually means just two people. The component members of that 'we' write to each other, as each other, and for each other. And as they survey together a world in which there is no respite from the oncoming disaster, that 'we' becomes a tiny, nimble pivot for unexpected clarities and also for the testing out of tentative rhythms--both of which we'll all be needing, from here on out."--Christopher Nealon

Excerpts appear at Sleeping Fish and Sink Review