{"product_id":"carnations","title":"Carnations","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn Anthony Carelli's remarkable debut, \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e, the poems attempt to reanimate dead metaphors as blossoms: wild and lovely but also fleeting, mortal, and averse to the touch. Here, the poems are carnations, not only flowers, but also body-making words. Nodding to influences as varied as George Herbert, Francis Ponge, Fernando Pessoa, and D. H. Lawrence, Carelli asserts that the poet's materials-words, objects, phenomena-are sacred, wilting in the moment, yet perennially renewed. Often taking titles from a biblical vocabulary, \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e reminds us that unremarkable places and events-a game of Frisbee in a winter park, workers stacking panes in a glass factory, or the daily opening of a café-can, in a blink, be new. A short walk home is briefly transformed into a cathedral, and the work-worn body becomes a dancer, a prophet, a muse.\u003cbr\u003e______\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrom \u003ci\u003eCarnations\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003eTHE PROPHETS\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAnthony Carelli\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA river. And if not the river nearby, then a dream\u003cbr\u003eof a river. Nothing happens that doesn't happen\u003cbr\u003ealong a river, however humble the water may be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTake Rowan Creek, the trickle struggling to lug\u003cbr\u003eits mirroring across Poynette, wherein, suspended,\u003cbr\u003eso gentle and shallow, I learned to walk, bobbing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat my father's knees. Later, whenever we tried\u003cbr\u003eto meander on our inner tubes, we'd get lodged\u003cbr\u003eon the bottom. Seth, remember, no matter how we'd\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ekick and shove off, we'd just get lodged again?\u003cbr\u003eAt most an afternoon would carry us a hundred feet\u003cbr\u003etoward the willows. We'd piss ourselves on purpose\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ejust to feel the spirits of our warmth haloing out.\u003cbr\u003eAnd once, two bald men on the footbridge, bowing\u003cbr\u003ein the sky, stared down at us without a word.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Princeton University Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":52649299640687,"sku":"9780691149455","price":81.29,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0921\/9384\/9711\/files\/0691149453.jpg?v=1770648024","url":"https:\/\/internacional.umlivro.com.br\/products\/carnations","provider":"UmLivro Internacional","version":"1.0","type":"link"}