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Tim J. Myers
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Dear Beast Loveliness |
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No copies available |
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English |
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Paperback |
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114 |
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2012-12-24 |
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160964123X |
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BlazeVOX [books] |
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0.5 pounds |
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6.0 x 9.0 x 0.29 inches |
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1st |
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Product Description
Dear Beast Loveliness explores the riches of that most fundamental of human experiences: having a body. Some of the richest paradoxes we know are those involving that most fundamental of human experiences: having a body. On one hand, we all know it with absolute intimacy; on the other, our perceptions and values vary astonishingly. Then there’s the ancient drama of fulfilling bodily needs and urges, with the concomitant struggle in how we think and feel about such things. It’s this fascination that led me to write Dear Beast Loveliness. If you haven't yet felt the joy of reading the poetry of Tim Myers, Dear Beast is a wonderful place to start. Openhearted and alert to the world around him, ever connecting wisdom and wit, his poems are stirring, entertaining, and even edifying. Really first rate in every way. —Ron Hansen, author of Mariette in Ecstasy and She Loves Me Not These meditations on the blessed carcass move us from bed nest to city street, from cellular self to divine sensation. How do we humans recognize who we are in Vietnam, in Rwanda, on a back porch where rain softly falls? Through the body, says Myers, through the body. —Rebekah Bloyd, author of Seabook There’s an extraordinary exuberance in Tim Myers’ voice as he celebrates the human body in these beautiful poems. From the cellular level to the divine, he sustains a tone of awe that utterly delights. Sleeping, shaving, walking: nothing the body does is mundane in Myers’ world. And his poems of lovemaking with his wife soar with passion and playfulness. Although Myers doesn’t ignore the body’s betrayals— illness, disability, death— his perception of the body returns again and again to wonder and gratitude, even the skeleton in all of us rejoicing: “I am the hidden, white, and dancing tree. —Claudia Monpere McIsaac, poet and writer The pleasure, the puzzle, the power, the pain; the sweat, the stains, the confusion, the clarity: Tim Myers explores the body in all of its rich paradoxes in these poems. Whether odes to parts of the body, elegies of family lost to disease, celebrations of love making, keenly observed lyrics of others’ lives, contemplations of science and history, or remembrances of a Catholic boyhood in a sexually super-charged yet repressed America, Myers’ poetry examines how the body is there shaping our reactions, filtering our experiences, raising us even to spiritual heights while also betraying us through disease, desire, and unexpected twists of genetic code. Throughout, he writes with humor, sorrow, compassion, and a joyful intellect, suggesting that of all the parts of the body, his heart, in all its metaphorical capaciousness, fills these poems with insight and wonder. —Kirk Glaser, Co-Editor of New California Writing; Senior Lecturer in English and Santa Clara Review Advisor, Santa Clara University Because we are 'pale sun' of ovum and 'burrowing stars' of sperm, because we are carbon from which 'existence itself draws out music as is our being,' because we are both prayer and miracle, because our decay can begin as quickly as our conception, Tim J. Myers exalts the 'happy animal' of our body that is 'drawn...to that ache of thrusting and being filled' in Dear Beast Loveliness. Myers celebrates the body in all forms, whether it is a boy punting footballs that 'lie at all angles like dark birds/ hunters have stunned from the autumn sky,' or the 'palsied boy who walk[s] like a stutterer stutters,' or the sister whose anorexia has turned her body 'thin as a rake-handle,' or the 'clash and tempest of desire' between a man and a woman. There is no body, limb, or organ that Dear Beast Loveliness doesn’t believe deserves a praise song. —John Olivares Espinoza, author of The Date Fruit Elegies
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