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Mayakovsky's Revolver, Hardcover by Dickman, Matthew, ISBN 0393081192, ISBN-13 9780393081190, Brand New, Free shipping in the US The author uses his art to come to terms with his older brother's suicide in a collection of poems that explore how to find strength in the face of loss and grief.
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Product Identifiers
PublisherNorton & Company, Incorporated, w. w.
ISBN-100393081192
ISBN-139780393081190
eBay Product ID (ePID)114221237
Product Key Features
Book TitleMayakovsky's Revolver : Poems
Number of Pages112 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicGeneral
Publication Year2012
GenrePoetry
AuthorMatthew Dickman
FormatHardcover
Dimensions
Item Height0.1 in
Item Weight9.1 Oz
Item Length0.9 in
Item Width0.6 in
Additional Product Features
Intended AudienceTrade
LCCN2012-018170
Dewey Edition23
Reviews"A book of real immediacy, the kind that re-enacts modern life with all its joys and sorrows." -- NPR "His poems . . . strike at the soul." -- Vanity Fair "Matthew Dickman's poems go off like a bottle rocket." -- New Criterion
Dewey Decimal811.6
Synopsisfrom "Mayakovsky's Revolver" I keep thinking about the way blackberries will make the mouth of an eight year old look like he's a ghost that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see my older brother walking through the tall brush of his brain. I can see him standing in the lobby of the hotel, alone, crying along with the ice machine., From a dazzling, award-winning young poet, a collection that paints life as a celebration in the dark., At the center of Mayakovsky's Revolver is the suicide of Matthew Dickman's older brother. "Known for poems of universality of feeling, expressive lyricism of reflection, and heartrending allure" (Major Jackson), Dickman is a powerful poet whose new collection explores how to persevere in the wake of grief. from "Mayakovsky's Revolver" I keep thinking about the way blackberries will make the mouth of an eight year old look like he's a ghost that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see my older brother walking through the tall brush of his brain. I can see him standing in the lobby of the hotel, alone, crying along with the ice machine.