by Susan Wheeler


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Acclaimed poet Susan Wheeler, whose last individual collection predicted the spiritual losses of the economic collapse, turns her attention to the most intimate of subjects: the absence or loss of love.
A meme is a unit of thought replicated by imitation; examples of memes, Richard Dawkins wrote, “are tunes, ideas, catch-phrases, clothes fashions, ways of making pots or of building arches.” Occupy Wall Street is a meme, as are internet ideas and images that go viral. What could be more potent memes than those passed down by parents to their children?

Wheeler reconstructs her mother’s voice—down to its cynicism and its mid twentieth-century midwestern vernacular—in “The Maud Poems,” a voice that takes a more aggressive, vituperative turn in “The Devil—or—The Introjects.” In the book’s third long sequence, a generational inheritance feeds cultural transmission in “The Split.” A set of variations on losses and break-ups—wildly, darkly funny throughout and, in places, devastatingly sad—“The Split” brings Wheeler’s lauded inventiveness, wit, and insight to the profound loss of love. One read, and the meme “Should I stay or should I go?” will be altered in your head forever. 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781609381271
Publisher: University of Iowa Press
Publication date: 10/01/2012
Series: Kuhl House Poets Series
Edition description: 1
Pages: 102
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.10(d)

About the Author

Susan Wheeler is the author of the poetry collections Bag ‘o’ Diamonds, which received the Norma Farber First Book Award of the Poetry Society of America; Smokes, which won the Four Way Books Award; Source Codes; Ledger, winner of the Iowa Poetry Prize; and Assorted Poems. Her novel, Record Palace, was published in 2005. She teaches at Princeton University, where she also directs the Creative Writing Program. 

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       Mind your own beeswax or you’ll be tarred and feathered right here and now. Ray, the dog’s got something in her mouth. While you’re up, would you check the ham?
                        You and the beast’s belly, its short sleek fur,
                        its odor of a world beyond the curb. The tail
                        rises, the fur fans out—
            No, just see what the temperature is up to. Oh, I’ll do it.

            That’s what I was afraid of. Dan, she skunked me. 

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Meme: Poems 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
But its about love. Smh.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hi my name is Tray. I have a basketball game tommorow. Im point guard and (runs out of memory space)...
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read the summary