Goat Funeral: Poems

Goat Funeral: Poems

by Christopher Bakken

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ISBN-13: 9781931357388
Publisher: Sheep Meadow Press, The
Publication date: 12/31/2006
Pages: 75
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.20(d)

About the Author

CHRISTOPHER BAKKEN's first book, After Greece, won the T.S. Eliot Prize for Poetry in 2001. Bakken is also co-translator of The Lions’ Gate: Selected Poems of Titos Patrikios (2006). He received an M.F.A. from the Writing Seminars of Columbia University and a Ph.D. in literature and creative writing at University of Houston.

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Richard Howard

“This is the best second book of poems I’ve read in a decade. Of course a certain bloom or glamour (or is it transparency?) is off, but the verse is requited by richer (fallen?) harmonies. Contours are Apollonian as in After Greece, but the poet knows now that vision, like flesh, is fleeting, even fled, and his assurance blurs, the amber clouds; hence “those moments / of clarifying emptiness / toward which we must steer, the swerve from.” Clearly Bakken has already embarked, with this subsequent (but not subaltern) inspection of his cherished Hellenic adequacies (“So many islands, so much blessed salt, / this feast we could not finish by ourselves”), on an ardent if sometimes arduous odyssey. In poetry of this order—so luminous, yet so willing to be lost: “each switchback leads us deeper in”—peregrination itself will be a march of triumph. No captives.”

Adam Zagajewski

“Christopher Bakken is using all kinds of poetic arms to convey a complex, ambivalent vision spun between the joy of an afternoon in Greece and the dying of a cat. This is an admirable, rich collection of poems.”

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This is the best second book of poems I've read in a decade. Of course a certain bloom or glamour (or is it transparency?) is off, but the verse is requited by richer (fallen?) harmonies. Contours are Apollonian as in AFTER GREECE, but the poet knows now that vision, like flesh, is fleeting, even fled, and his assurance blurs, the amber clouds hence 'those moments / of clarifying emptiness / toward which we must steer, then swerve from.' Clearly Bakken has already embarked, with this subsequent (but not subaltern) inspection of his cherished Hellenic adequacies ('So many islands, so much blessed salt, / this feast we could not finish by ourselves'), on an ardent if sometimes arduous odyssey. In poetry of this order¿so luminous, yet so willing to be lost: 'each switchback leads us deeper in'¿peregrination itself will be a march of triumph. No captives.