The Loving Detail of the Living & the Dead (Paperback)
"Unforgettable." --Michael Ondaatje
"Comes to me"
These rhythmic poems negotiate the collisions between past, present, and future--and outline a universal mythology of the self. Exploring the overlapping arrangements of time and memory, life and death, Sikelianos skillfully draws lines from everyday minutiae towards an interior world where we are "carrying our own living ghost inside."
the future comes to me
with a horrifying screech
then it comes to me softly
like a weeping cloud
and it comes to me like
a fish, glass-eyed, flopping
and it comes to erotically
it comes to me cashed out rolling
in my future life I was
a cowboy, killed
in a bar fight
a flamingo in snow
Eleni Sikelianos is the author of six books of poetry, including The California Poem, a Barnes & Noble Best Book of the Year. She directs the University of Denver's Creative Writing program.
About the Author
Eleni Sikelianos is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Body Clock and The California Poem, which was a Barnes & Noble Best of the Year, as well as a hybrid memoir, The Book of Jon. Sikelianos teaches in and directs the Creative Writing Program at the University of Denver. A California native, longtime New Yorker, and world traveler, she now lives in Boulder with her husband, the novelist Laird Hunt, and their daughter, Eva Grace.
"Eleni's languagebody-language, breath, and babies' many minds behinda poem that won't let you go til it's done with you, its sinuous whipping lines."
"Sikelianos, the great-granddaughter of a renowned Greek poet, continues her own explorations of the epic with this dazzling new macro-collage. The resulting lucid cacophony is close to what she described in her earlier work The Book of Jon, enough pipe-dreams to fill up several countries, countries full of pipe-dreamers.’ Hers is a voice, or voices, unlike anything in contemporary poetry.”John Ashbery
Sikleanos' gift has always been for place and the particular. In her extraordinary new collection she conjures a sympathetic magic for the quick and the dead. This mid-territory where language and disappearance are forever turning and returning is explored and surveyed in loving detail. These poems offer consolation for our American predicament here and now where the body picks up its shadow like a baby and carries it home.’”Susan Howe