Strange Light

Strange Light

by Derrick Brown
     
 

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Derrick Brown's fourth and final collection of poetry and short stories is a unrelenting machine of honesty that has been called his finest collection of new work. Strange Light takes us back to the docks, to a violent drama class and boring prom, an undersea conversation with Jacques Cousteau, and into his famous romantic bursts of verse. The epic poem, Strange Light… See more details below

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Derrick Brown's fourth and final collection of poetry and short stories is a unrelenting machine of honesty that has been called his finest collection of new work. Strange Light takes us back to the docks, to a violent drama class and boring prom, an undersea conversation with Jacques Cousteau, and into his famous romantic bursts of verse. The epic poem, Strange Light, anchors this collection as one of the most inventive and potent collections of modern American poetry. About.com called his 2009 collection Scandalabra, one of the best books of the year. Everything hilarious and stirring is illuminated. The power of Strange Light is waiting.

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"There's something that happens when you read Derrick Brown, a rekindling of faith in the weird, hilarious, shocking, beautiful power of words..." -- The New York Times

"Derrick Brown is the heavy hitter in the indie market." -- LA WEEKLY

"One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next visceral, ironic and revelatory--here is the full chaos of life." -- Janet Fitch, White Oleander, Paint It Black

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781935904656
Publisher:
Write Bloody Publishing
Publication date:
03/15/2012
Pages:
104
Sales rank:
501,128
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.40(d)

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RINGLETS

Young prom ladies in loud dresses and ringlets mingle outside the restaurant in oversized men's suit jackets, their dates, smile-smoking,
shivering, pretending not to shiver. The thing you said was dead is not dead. No virgin deserves a cigarette. We should head to the emergency room and just pop our heads in and say hello. Tell them we are alright so they don't think we only visit when things are bad. We are breathing without tubes today.
They don't make pills yet for this feeling. It's like finding fruit in the snow. I want to call down cocktails and black tire jacks from the heavens. I want to break into something.
That kind of good. Your eyes are the kind we have all been waiting for. When I hear a single note sustain in a room with bad lighting, I think of us.
Both of our bodies, shivering.

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