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Title:
Chicken, shadow, moon & more
Author:
Strand, Mark, 1934-2014.
Personal Author:
Publication Information:
New York : Turtle Point Press, 2000.

©1999
Physical Description:
91 pages : illustrations ; 17 cm
General Note:
Poems.
Language:
English
ISBN:
9781885983459
Format :
Book

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Central Library PS3569.T69 C45 1999 Adult Non-Fiction Non-Fiction Area
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Summary

Summary

The big 'little' Christmas Book, a perfect stocking stuffer for the literary family. A collection of one line poems by America's most famous poet Mark Strand, who was awarded Poet Laureate in 1997. These are verbal fragments, witty, inventive, moving and eloquent. A perfect treasure, subtle and engaging.


Author Notes

Mark Strand was born on April 11, 1934 in Summerside on Prince Edward Island in Canada. Since his father's job resulted in many transfers, he spent his childhood in Cleveland, Halifax, Montreal, New York and Philadelphia and his teenage years in Colombia, Mexico and Peru. He received a bachelor's degree at Antioch College in Ohio in 1957, a bachelor of fine arts in painting from Yale University School of Art and Architecture in 1959, and a master of fine arts from the Iowa Writers' Workshop in 1962. He studied 19th-century Italian poetry in Florence on a Fulbright Grant from 1960-1961.

His first poetry collection, Sleeping with One Eye Open, was published in 1964. His other works included Reasons for Moving, Darker, The Story of Our Lives, The Late Hour, A Continuous Life, Dark Harbor, and Collected Poems: Mark Strand. In 1990, he was named the fourth Poet Laureate of the United States. He received the Bollingen Prize for Poetry in 1993 and the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1999 for Blizzard of One.

In 1980, he felt that he had reached an impasse and stopped writing poetry for several years. During that time, he wrote several children's books including The Planet of Lost Things and Mr. and Mrs. Baby. He also wrote books on the painters EdwardHopper and William Bailey, and a collection of critical essays entitled The Art of the Real. He died of liposarcoma on November 29, 2014 at the age of 80.

(Bowker Author Biography) Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Mark Strand was born in Summerside, Prince Edward Island, Canada, and was raised and educated in the United States and South America. He is the author of a book of stories, "Mr. and Mrs. Baby", several volumes of translations (Rafael Alberti and Carlos Drummond de Andrade among them), a number of anthologies (most recently "The Golden Ecco Anthology") and several monographs on contemporary artists (William Bailey and Edward Hopper). He has received many honors and grants for his poems, including a MacArthur Fellowship, and in 1990 he was chosen as Poet Laureate of the United States. He teaches in the Committee on Social Thought at the University of Chicago.

(Publisher Provided) Mark Strand's collection "Blizzard of One" was awarded the Pulitzer Prize.

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Reviews 2

Booklist Review

Strand, a much honored poet, writes with deceptively offhanded elegance and wit that belie deep and haunting emotions and an acute attunement to the beauty and inexplicableness of life. No matter how spare his style, his work is lush with manifold meanings, a feat he performs to near perfection in this lithe collection, a book of lists, of list-poems. Even the table of contents can stand as a poem as it lists the subjects he uses as jumping-off points for entering the realm of the poetry, such as shadow, throat, hour, hand, island, chair, glass, dog, and sorrow. As Strand improvises on each theme in lean yet lyrical poems that resonate like koans with their odd, lovely, and teasing unions of reason and fancy, the full range of images, emotions, and thoughts associated with each object, act, or concept takes shape like a drawing, one line at the time. Startling visions, unexpected truths, an aura of wistfulness, and trills of playful humor waft from every page, and always the language is exact, musical, and transcendent. Donna Seaman


Library Journal Review

By using a 5 1/2- by 6 1/4inch page, placing each title on a separate page, starting poems halfway down the page, and leaving large spaces between lines, the publishers have stretched this ten-poem chapbook into a full volume. The poems themselves, however, aren't even weighty enough for a chapbook. Reminiscent of the work of Kenneth Koch, these pseudo-philosophical list poems (a formal device Koch used with elementary school students in the 1960s) lack that final leap into zaniness that distinguishes the best of Koch's work. Taking ten unspecific nouns as a starting point, the lines Strand comes up with are mostly clichd ("The sun throws down a ladder of light"), cute ("The sun is the sun of its parts"), or simplistic ("The hours that it takes to go from here to there"), although every so often there is a good surrealist image of the sort we are used to finding in Strand's poetry ("The hand a snake wishes it had"). A MacArthur Fellow and former Poet Laureate, Strand won a 1999 Pulitzer Prize for Blizzard of One (LJ, 6/1/98). Luckily, the poems in this volume are atypical. Recommended only for libraries collecting Strand's complete work.DRochelle Ratner, formerly with "Soho Weekly News," New York (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Excerpt Shadow The shadow of Naples The shadow of stanzas waiting The shadow of daylight is absence The shadow of a mother includes another The shadow of chaos is order The shadow of the hawk is the robin The piano's shadow is a cape The cape's shadow is a woman The shadow of one dream is another dream The shadow within a dream is infinite The shadow of a boat is an anchor The shadow of regret is tragedy The shadow of love is loss Oh my! The shadow is back and is waiting The shadow of paint is only paint The shadow of rain is wetness unto itself The shadow of morning is lean Come back, shadow of my youth Shadow me, and tell me where I've been Come back, warm shadows of the Sundays of my youth Even the brightest poem is haunted by shadows The shadow of the mother, the shadow of the father Shadows are robes the sun keeps dropping Come back, lost shadows, syllables of midnight To plead for a shadow is to plead for mercy Copyright © 1999 Mark Strand. All rights reserved.

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