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Come on All You Ghosts
     

Come on All You Ghosts

by Matthew Zapruder
 

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"Charming, melancholy, hip."—Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Zapruder's innovative style is provocative in its unusual juxtapositions of line, image and enjambments. . . . Highly recommended."—Library Journal

Matthew Zapruder's third book mixes humor and invention with love and loss, as when the breath of a lover is compared to "a

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"Charming, melancholy, hip."—Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Zapruder's innovative style is provocative in its unusual juxtapositions of line, image and enjambments. . . . Highly recommended."—Library Journal

Matthew Zapruder's third book mixes humor and invention with love and loss, as when the breath of a lover is compared to "a field of titanium gravestones / growing warmer in the sun." The title poem is an elegy for the heroes and mentors in the poet's life—from David Foster Wallace to the poet's father. Zapruder's poems are direct and surprising, and throughout the book he wrestles with the desire to do well, to make art, and to face the vast events of the day.

Look out scientists! Today the unemployment rate
is 9.4 percent. I have no idea what that means. I tried
to think about it harder for a while. Then
tried standing in an actual stance of mystery
and not knowing towards the world.
Which is my job. As is staring at the back yard
and for one second believing I am actually
rising away from myself. Which is maybe
what I have in common right now with you . . .

Matthew Zapruder holds degrees from Amherst College, UC Berkeley, and the University of Massachusetts. He is the author of two previous books, including The Pajamaist, which won the William Carlos Williams Award and was honored by Library Journal with a "Best Poetry Book of the Year" listing. He lives in San Francisco and is an editor at Wave Books.

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Publishers Weekly
Zapruder's third collection of hip, quirkily haunting yet surprisingly earnest poems is his best and most beautiful. He spans the major genres--love poetry ("I admire/ and fear you, to me you are an abyss/ I cross towards you"), elegy ("I have been coasting,/ but from this forward Grace I vow/ I shall coast no more"), ode ("my friends ordered square burgers/ with mysterious holes leaking a delicious substance"), friendship tribute ("Dobby lives/ in Minnesota and seems basically happy"), to name a few--updating them for the 21st century. He even proves himself to be a charming nature poet: of a fox he says, "it held a grasshopper in its mouth,/ which it dropped when it saw the small carcass of a young javelina." These poems are still full of quick jump-cuts, seeming tangents, and almost adorable imagery, but all more focused on subject matter. In the spooky but also companionable titular long poem that closes the volume, Zapruder communes with an array of unseen presences, from the reader to the shades of his family and influences: "Come with me/ and I will show you/ terrible marvels.// The little cough I heard in my mind/ was one I remembered/ my father made just as he died." (Sept.)
Library Journal
As in his previous collection (The Pajamaist), Zapruder speaks "with a voice that pretends to be shy/ and actually is, always in search of the question/ that might make you ask me one in return." In his now signature, meandering style, he'll often begin with simple, even childlike observations ("Oh this Diet Coke is really good") that set off associative chains in search of subjects that resonate, psychologically or philosophically, with past personal experiences. A poem that begins, for example, with dishwashing triggers a meditation on childhood encounters with Ursulines. Seeming to discover themselves as they go, Zapruder's improvisations (or so they appear) enlist the reader as coexplorer, stumbling into candid self-revelations ("I am also/ always balancing/ on the smooth blade of not/ letting other people down") or surreal quips ("I feel like an elk getting a pelvic exam") with wide-eyed grace. Only when, as in the long title poem, the poet attempts a sustained elegiac or solemn tone do his energy and inventiveness flag. VERDICT Affably offbeat interiority is nothing new (think New York School), but Zapruder brings a charm and rhetorical skill that infuse this familiar poetic posture with new—and enjoyably readable—life.—Fred Muratori, Cornell Univ. Lib., Ithaca, NY
Dana Jennings
Matthew Zapruder has a razor eye for the remnants and revenants of modern culture…He also has a sense of humor.
—The New York Times
David Orr
The work in Come On All You Ghosts,…is the strongest of Zapruder's career. Many of the poems in this collection have a stillness and confidence that he hasn't managed with such consistency in the past.
—The New York Times Book Review

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781556593222
Publisher:
Copper Canyon Press
Publication date:
09/01/2010
Pages:
96
Sales rank:
377,561
Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.50(d)

Meet the Author


Matthew Zapruder: Matthew Zapruder holds degrees from Amherst College, UC Berkeley, and the University of Massachusetts. He is the author of two collections of poetry, American Linden and The Pajamaist, which won the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America and was honored by Library Journal as one of the top ten poetry volumes of 2006. He lives in San Francisco, teaches poetry as a member of the permanent faculty of the Juniper Summer Writing Institute, and works as an editor for Wave Books.

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