Imperial

by George Bilgere

Overview

In Imperial, George Bilgere's sixth collection of poetry, he continues his exploration of the beauties, mysteries, and absurdities of being middle-aged and middle-class in mid-America. In poems that range from the Cold War anxieties of the 1950s to the perils and predicaments of an aging Boomer in a post-9/11 world, Bilgere's rueful humor and slippery syntax become a trapdoor that at any moment can plunge the reader into the abyss. In Bilgere's world a yo-yo morphs into an emblem for the atomic bomb. A spot of cancer flames into the Vietnam War. And the death of a baseball player reminds us, in this age of disbelief, of the importance—the necessity—of myth.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780822979623
Publisher:	University of Pittsburgh Press
Publication date:	01/21/2014
Series:	Pitt Poetry Series
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	72
File size:	370 KB

About the Author

George Bilgere is professor of English literature at John Carroll University in Cleveland, Ohio. He is the author of seven collections of poetry and has received grants and awards from the Fulbright Foundation, the Pushcart Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Witter Bynner Foundation through the Library of Congress, the May Swenson Poetry Award, the Society of Midland Authors award, and the Cleveland Arts Prize. He spends his summers in Berlin, Germany, but lives during the academic year in Cleveland with his wife and two sons.

Table of Contents

Contents As Requested Scorcher Musial Yard Sale The Return of Odysseus Jane Traverse City Darkly Shifting Flux Norwood Attic Shapes Arcadia Bus Boy Tenure Mexican Town Imperial Journal Lobsters Coupons Desire Hoses Problem Black Box Far from Afghanistan Lint Robert Frost Treptower Park, Berlin Fly Balls You Asked for It Jazz Genius Whales Basal Cell Venus Transit Party Eighty Yards Royalty The Wading Pool iPoem Prostate Exam Faculty Lounge One Good Pork Chop Airport Cyclists Indistinct Banquet Namaste The Prostitutes of Amsterdam Walking the Dog Mile Marker 17, Outside Calumet, OK Weather Acknowledgments

Editorial Reviews

"His lines possess the easy, colloquial rhythm of prose and imagist glint of good poetry. . . .In his best poems, such as 'Desire' and ‘Ttraverse City', one tumbles through the lines to an ending that is surprising, funny or breath-stopping, sometimes all at once."
—Cleveland Plain Dealer
 


"Bilgere's 'Imperial' gives me a rare pleasure; poems as open as windows. Filled with humor, love, and pain these poems are learned but not ostentatiously so. Think Garrison Keillor and Ted Kooser, both of whom have showcased many of Bilgere's poems, and you will recognize the key of this poet's clear, sincere, friendly yet serious voice. . . . Even as they engage moments that sometimes sting, Bilgere's poems convey respect for human vulnerability and, above all, a sense of love. Even the poems about loss give us page after page of radiant moments."
—Ghost Town LIterary Magazine


“Concerned with life’s smallest and largest questions, Imperial scans the past for clues of how best to navigate the future. Tracing the arc of the Baby Boomer generation from cradle to grave, Bilgere’s poems paint a picture of American life that is equal parts sadness, matter-of-fact-ness, and hilarity. Their ability to incorporate humor is both surprising and fresh—especially as they tackle subjects such as aging, suburban routine, and the rise and subsequent fall of post-WWII America.”
—Dorianne Laux


“Cheeky nephew of Billy Collins, brash blunt brother of Tony Hoagland, George Bilgere writes the poetry of frontal candor about desire, nostalgia, and sweet sad vanity. He’s not just easy but defiantly easy to read. The rest of us professor poet guys maybe better give up writing funny-ruefully about our typical lucky lives, because Bilgere has the territory so well covered.”
—Mark Halliday


“In Imperial, George Bilgere gives us the ‘shared mystery / of being human / on this dark little planet,’ with the perfect pacing and wicked aplomb of a comic raconteur. His wry observations of people—at home, in the neighborhood, at the university—purr with buttered irony. And then we feel the claws below the charm, and deeper beneath that, a sadness that won’t be laughed away.”
—Elton Glaser

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