Equivocal (Paperback)

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Equivocal (Paperback)


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Julie Carr's second collection explores the elements of chance and mystery that determine human identity and relationships. In delving into the human fascination with the self's story and the boundaries between the self and others (including family), these poems pose often unanswerable questions, but the reader delights in the wit and artistry used to explore them.

Julie Carr's first book, Mead: An Epithalamion, won the University of Georgia Press' contemporary poetry prize for 2004. Her poems have appeared in such journals as Volt, American Letters & Commentary, Pool, Verse, The Iowa Review, Boston Review, and TriQuarterly. She received an MFA in poetry from New York University and a PhD from UC Berkeley. She lives in Denver and teaches at the University of Colorado at Boulder.
Product Details ISBN: 9781882295630
ISBN-10: 1882295633
Publisher: Alice James Books
Publication Date: May 1st, 2007
Pages: 80
Language: English

Open and read Julie Carr’s finely wrought Equivocal. Such intimate, ambitious, impeccable, evocative writing!”Carol Snow

"Deeply concerned with her relationship with her mother, children, and god, the speaker in the poems returns again and again to the mysteries, frailties, and intensities of all three of these relationships."American Poet

"As the pages turn, the book captivates with images that make connections of their own...and its sounds...stay with us long after the book is closed."Library Journal

"The stalwart energy, risky invention, and luminous intelligence of this book make the air clearer, the world lighter, and give company to those who grieve."Jean Valentine

"It is nothing less than thrilling to see the delight, the pain, the opposition, the contradiction, the logic and the illogic of the mysterious, unlanguaged correspondences between mother and child, child and mother, and then adult and mother meet such a fierce intelligence. And there is brilliant formal invention. Like nativity itself, all seems eternally spun on end."Gillian Conoley