The End of the West (Paperback)
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Short Description for The End of the West Profiled in The New Yorker, this debut marks a talent to watch for years to come.
- Published: 01 April 2009
- Format: Paperback 89 pages
- ISBN 13: 9781556592898 ISBN 10: 1556592892
- Sales rank: 475,852
Full description for The End of the West
"Dickman's book moves with careful intensity as it confidently illuminates buried, contemporary suffering."--"Publishers Weekly""Elizabeth Bishop said that the three qualities she admired most in poetry were accuracy, spontaneity, and mystery. Michael Dickman's first full-length collection of poems demonstrates each brilliantly....These are lithe, seemingly effortless poems, poems whose strange affective power remains even after several readings. Again and again the language seems to disappear, leaving the reader with woven flashes of image, situation, emotion....These are durable poems from one of the most accomplished and original poets to emerge in years."--"The Believer""With vacant space and verbal economy, his work suggests volumes." --"Poets & Writers """The poems in Michael Dickman's energized debut document the bright desires and all-too-common sufferings of modern times: the churn of domestic violence, spiritual longing, drug abuse, and the impossible expectations fathers have for their sons. In a poem that references heroin and "scary parents," Dickman reminds us that "Still there is a lot to pray to on earth." Dickman is a poet to watch."You can go blind, waiting""Unbelievable quiet" "except for their " "soundings""Moving the sea around""Unbelievable quiet inside you, as they change" "the face of water""The only other time I felt this still was watching Leif shoot up when we were twelve""Sunlight all over his face""breaking" "the surface of something" "I couldn't see""You can wait your" "whole life"Michael Dickman was born and raised in Portland, Oregon, and began writing poems "after accidentally reading a Neruda ode." His work has appeared in "The New Yorker," "Tin House," and "The American Poetry Review."