Oh You Robot Saints!

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Price
$15.95  $14.67
Publisher
Carnegie-Mellon University Press
Publish Date
Pages
96
Dimensions
5.4 X 8.4 X 0.3 inches | 0.3 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780887486685

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About the Author

Rebecca Morgan Frank is the author of three previous titles, including two published by Carnegie Mellon University Press, and Little Murders Everywhere, a finalist for the Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Her poems have appeared in the New Yorker, American Poetry Review, the Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Chicago.

Reviews

Rebecca Morgan Frank's Oh You Robot Saints! wrangles with what it means to be a person by exploring the history of robotics in evocative detail. The poems wonder if robots--mechanical ones and spiritual ones--mimic creation itself. Poem after poem reveals profound and frightening thinking-through of using robots as a means to talk about more human things: fertility, mothers, and children (and their absences) and what sacrifices robots may make in their saintly and human forms. This is a weird and interesting book and you should read it.--Sean Singer
We had always thought our art would be immortal," muses the concluding poem of Oh You Robot Saints!, Rebecca Morgan Frank's timely meditation on the complex work of making. Frank's book reveals how the many kinds of poiesis we humans commit satisfy similar urges: we build so many lovely machines-out of cutting-edge composites, out of words, out of our own genetic material-each with the craving to expand beyond ourselves, to outrun our frail limits. Frank gazes directly at our compulsion to "build / a body that moves," offering these poems as a kinetic example of their own argument. "To be true is to be an imitation," Frank argues; painstaking, handmade, Frank's clockwork poems strike true.--Kimberly Johnson
The truth is in the job, not the wound" is one of my favorite lines in Rebecca Morgan Frank's daring Oh You Robot Saints!, a book in which the beauty, jealousy, and worship of the gods take center stage. Part of the precision of this book and every one of its lines has to do with Frank's commitment to showing us tragedy as the Greeks would through her indomitable use of second person like a director giving instructions: "Fill the ark: start / with the giant flower / beetle . . ." And part of it has to do with full-on Sapphic tenderness: "The women I've loved and lived with are dead, / and today it felt like spring might return." This volume proves Rebecca Morgan Frank is a poet of the exact and the harrowing.--Jericho Brown