{"title":"Dwight Ripley","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"author-bundle-jane-gregory","title":"AUTHOR BUNDLE: JANE GREGORY","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoth of Jane's books of poems available in one convenient and discounted bundle!\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIncludes:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eYeah No\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eMy Enemies\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"The Song Cave","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42283381686445,"sku":"","price":26.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1614\/5743\/files\/AuthorBundle4.jpg?v=1689368760"},{"product_id":"many-poems-by-roberta-iannamico","title":"Many Poems by Roberta Iannamico","description":"\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cspan\u003eFor international orders, please visit our distributor, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca rel=\"noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/www.artbook.com\/song-cave.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003ehere\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003eAcclaimed Argentinian poet Roberta Iannamico’s \u003ci\u003eMany Poems\u003c\/i\u003e animates the particulars of an imaginary world that lives deeply inside this one, where objects acquire voices, seasons move simultaneously across rural landscapes, and a mother and daughter share a unique vision of the past and present. Considering the ways joy interacts with its afterlives and fantasy creates different shapes of grief—a particularly snowy day, the methods of lighting a cigarette, a gentle rain, a naked woman asleep in a field—Iannamico taps into poetry’s distinctive ability to magically transform daily scenes into purely ecstatic visions. Whether the world of her poems is wide awake or asleep (or sometimes both), she softly imbues a dreamlike quality into every line. Masterfully translated by Alexis Almeida, \u003ci\u003eMany Poems\u003c\/i\u003e is Iannamico's first full-length book to be published in English, and marks the long overdue introduction of a major Latin American poet to English-language readers. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\"Skillfully translated by Almeida, Iannamico’s debut volume is sweet and serious by turns, endowing everyday encounters with transformative potential and swiftly closing the gap between the material and the metaphoric...\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cspan\u003eReaders will be won over by this charming collection.\" \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e—\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\"Reading these 'many poems' feels like coming across a vibrant patch of wildflowers unexpectedly. I’m reminded of the fact that once collections of poems were called 'florilegios' in Spanish—tenderly picked flowers, that is. I’m won over by their openness and seemingly effortless charm, uplifted by their spirit, appearing in another of Iannamico’s poems thus: 'I love life \/ the moments of life \/ the everyday ones \/ even if you barely notice them \/ the magic ones \/ the sunny ones \/ the chatting  \/ the music \/ the weather….' Almeida’s versions re-perform the poems’ magic, and that too is something to love.\"  \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e—\u003cb\u003eMónica de la Torre\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003eRoberta Iannamico\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e lives in Villa Ventana, Argentina. She has published several books of poetry, including\u003ci\u003e El zorro gris, El zorro blanco, Mamuskhas, El collar de fideos, Tendal\u003c\/i\u003e, and several books for children. Her poems have been translated into English and Portuguese. She co-directs Maravilla Press, and for the past 18 years has worked actively on cultural programming for the Macedonio Fernandez Public Library in Villa Ventana.  \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003eAlexis Almeida\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e (translator) grew up in Chicago. She is the author of the chapbooks \u003ci\u003eI Have Never Been Able to Sing \u003c\/i\u003e(Ugly Duckling Presse, 2018) and \u003ci\u003eThings I Have Made a Fiction, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich was recently the winner of the Oversound Chapbook Prize. Her first full-length book, \u003ci\u003eCaetano\u003c\/i\u003e, is forthcoming from The Elephants in 2025. She teaches at the Bard Microcollege at the Brooklyn Public Library and Pratt Institute, and edits 18 Owls Press. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/winter-and-sigh-two-poems-by-roberta-iannamico\/\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;\"\u003eLit Hub\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; text-decoration: underline;\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/9798987828885\"\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/circumferencemag.com\/everything-is-allowed\/\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black;\"\u003eCircumference\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"The Song Cave","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42550498853037,"sku":"","price":18.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1614\/5743\/files\/manypoemsnewcover150dpi.jpg?v=1732025961"},{"product_id":"2025-subscription","title":"2025 Subscription","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eOur 2025 Subscription Set!\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003eWe couldn't be more excited about our 2025 lineup! It is our biggest year yet, and now is your chance to sign up to receive the entire set delivered to your doorstep throughout the year, as each title gets released. You'll have your copies before they’re available anywhere else.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003eJust\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003ein time for the holidays, this subscription is also the perfect gift for your favorite book lover, that close friend of yours living far away, or as a thoughtful gift for yourself (no one knows you better).\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e*Check out our\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\" href=\"https:\/\/the-song-cave.com\/collections\/coming-soon\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\"Coming Soon\"\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003esection for more info about each book.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cu\u003eYour subscription will include these eight titles:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eUltraviolet of the Genuine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003e by Hannah Brooks-Motl\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white; font-weight: normal;\"\u003eHannah Brooks-Mot\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003el\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003e was born and raised in Wisconsin. She is author of the poetry collections \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003eThe New Years\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e (2014), \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eM\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e (2015), \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eEarth\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e (2019), and \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eUltraviolet of the Genuine \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e(2025), as well as chapbooks from the Song Cave, arrow as aarow, and The Year. She lives in western Massachusetts.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif; letter-spacing: .45pt; background: white;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eSilkworm's Pansori\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003e by David Seung\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003eDavid Seung\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e is a Korean-American standup comedian and writer advocating for his hometown of downtown Portland, Oregon through his walking tour company, Side Dish Mafia Food Tours. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Portland State University, where he now in turn teaches.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; background: white;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eTantrums in Air\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003e by Emily Skillings\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt;\"\u003eEmily Skillings is the author of the poetry collection \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eFort Not\u003c\/i\u003e (The Song Cave, 2017), which Publishers Weekly called a “fabulously eccentric, hypnotic, and hypervigilant debut.” Her recent poems can be found in \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003ePoetry\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eHarper’s\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eGranta,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eFOLDER\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eThe Drift\u003c\/i\u003e, and the \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eNew York Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eTantrums in Air\u003c\/i\u003e is her second book. Skillings is the editor of \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eParallel Movement of the Hands: Five Unfinished Longer Works by John Ashbery\u003c\/i\u003e, which was published by Ecco\/HarperCollins in 2021. She is a member of the Belladonna* Collaborative, a feminist poetry collective, small press, and event series. Her work has been supported by residencies and fellowships from the T.S. Eliot Foundation and the New York Foundation for the Arts. Skillings currently teaches creative writing at Yale, NYU, and Columbia. She lives in Brooklyn.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif; letter-spacing: .45pt;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"background: white;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eEarthly: The Selected Poems of Jean Follain,\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/em\u003etranslated by Andrew Seguin. \u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; font-weight: normal;\"\u003eJean Follain\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cb style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt;\"\u003e(1903–1971) was born in Canisy, a small town in Normandy, studied law at the Faculté de Caen, and later became a magistrate. His first book of poems, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eLa Main chaude\u003c\/i\u003e, was published in 1933, and his first book of prose, \u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003eParis\u003c\/i\u003e, in 1935. Follain published 11 subsequent volumes of poetry as well as several memoirs of his childhood. In 1970 Follain was awarded the highest honor by L’Académie Française, its Grand Prix du Poésie. He died in 1971 after being struck by a car in Paris. \u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif; font-weight: normal;\"\u003eAndrew Seguin\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e is the author of \u003cem style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif;\"\u003eThe Room in Which I Work\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e and the chapbooks \u003cem style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif;\"\u003eNN\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif;\"\u003eBlack Anecdote\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e, and co-translator, with Pierre Mabille, of the first French edition of Josef Albers’s \u003cem style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif;\"\u003ePoems and Drawings\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e. Andrew is a former Fulbright scholar and lives in New York City. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York',serif; letter-spacing: .45pt;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eJump Cuts: Essays on Surrealism, Film, Music, Culture and Other Utopian Topics\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003e by Mark Polizzotti.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'New York', serif; letter-spacing: 0.45pt; background: white;\"\u003eMark Polizzotti’s\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e books include\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e Revolution of the Mind: The Life of André Breton\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e Highway 61 Revisited\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eSympathy for the Traitor: A Translation Manifesto\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e, and \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eWhy Surrealism Matters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e. His essays and reviews have appeared in \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eThe New Republic\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e Apollo,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003eThe Nation\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci style=\"box-sizing: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e Bookforum\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; word-spacing: 0px;\"\u003e, and elsewhere. His translations, including works by Gustave Flaubert, Arthur Rimbaud, Scholastique Mukasonga, Patrick Modiano, Marguerite Duras, and André Breton, have won the Oxford-Weidenfeld Translation Prize and been shortlisted for the National Book Award, the International Booker Prize, and the NBCC\/Gregg Barrios Prize. He is a member of the American Academy of Arts \u0026amp; Sciences, a Chevalier of the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres, and the recipient of an American Academy of Arts and Letters Award for Literature. He directs the publications program at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNebraska \u003c\/i\u003eby George Whitmore\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cspan\u003eFirst published in \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan dir=\"ltr\"\u003e1987 by Grove Press and long out-of-print, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan dir=\"ltr\"\u003eNebraska\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e is a classic underground novel by the gay writer and activist George Whitmore. Craig Mullen, a young boy in Nebraska, gets hit by a car on the way to get groceries on his bike. After having his leg amputated, he is bed-ridden, lonely, bored, and addicted to painkillers. His rare interactions with kids his own age, specifically with a neighbor boy who often spends the night, awaken within Craig feelings to further explore. When Craig’s uncle moves into the family home after serving time in the Navy, a world of hope, pain, mystery, and despair descend upon Craig and the Mullen family, giving the reader glimpses into how gay lives were secretly lived and horrifically extinguished in 1950s rural America. After a life of trauma and yearning, the adult Craig’s search for redemption and clarity ultimately lead him on a circular path. With an unforeseen ending that can only be described with the delicately complicated touch of Whitmore’s enigmatic prose, \u003cem\u003eNebraska\u003c\/em\u003e will stay in your mind long after finishing it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003ePACES THE CAGE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003e by S*an D. Henry-Smith\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eS*an D. Henry-Smith’s second full-length book of poems, \u003ci\u003ePACES THE CAGE\u003c\/i\u003e, lifts off from their previous book by expanding an already-queered language to near breaking point. Through the complexities of Henry-Smith’s personal experiences and the use of a poetically fragmented voice, the literal and metaphorical feel like they are being remixed in real-time. \u003ci\u003ePACES THE CAGE\u003c\/i\u003e transforms the way we read a book of poetry and often feels like the script of an improvisational live performance, with spontaneous shifts in tone, style, and subject matter offering a mirror to personal and historical narratives of oppression, adversity, the act of speaking, and what it means to be truly \u003ci\u003eheard\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHenry-Smith’s occasional inclusion of ambient sounds, stage directions, lighting cues, and an environmentally musical language helps to build a rich auditory landscape that enhances the immersive quality of the poems, creating a deep and evocative experience by this adventurous and endlessly exciting poet.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBehind the State Capitol: or, Cincinnati Pike (50th Anniversary Edition)\u003c\/i\u003e by John Wieners\u003c\/b\u003e. John Wieners (1934–2002) was a founding member of the “New American” poetry that flourished in America after the Second World War. After graduating from Boston College in 1954, Wieners enrolled in the final class of Black Mountain College. Following Black Mountain’s closure in 1956, he founded the small magazine \u003ci\u003eMeasure \u003c\/i\u003e(1957–1962) and embarked on a peripatetic life, participating in poetry communities in Boston, San Francisco, New York, and Buffalo throughout the late 1950s and 1960s, before settling at 44 Joy Street on Beacon Hill in 1972, where he was active in the anti-war movement, the Fag Rag publishing collective, the Beacon Hill Free School, and organizations supporting the rights of mental patients. He is the author of seven collections of poetry, three one-act plays, and numerous broadsides, pamphlets, uncollected poems, and journals.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"The Song Cave","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":43950828060845,"sku":"","price":155.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1614\/5743\/files\/2025_subscription_92d0fcfa-9939-4bce-9cb9-96de33719cce.jpg?v=1740506594"},{"product_id":"tantrums-in-air-by-emily-skillings","title":"Tantrums in Air by Emily Skillings","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFor international orders, please visit our distributor, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.artbook.com\/song-cave.html\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"\u003ehere\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEmily Skillings’s highly anticipated second collection of poems, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eTantrums in Air\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, is a wild romp through verbal reality, marking her as one of contemporary poetry's shining stars of humor, insight, and edge. Skillings writes through various poetic forms, reminding the reader how tenuous the line can be between a poem and, say, an Amazon review of the poet’s first book. Featuring a ballet in four acts (\"part ghost, part sponge \/ a lump of pure refusal\"), addresses to past loves (\"I circle the circle \/ Of a compact mirror, open\"), and an unconventional treatise on education, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eTantrums in Air\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003eis smart and honest, reinventing both what’s possible and what we should expect from poetry.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn her excellent sophomore outing, Skillings combines the brutal and acerbic honesty of confessionalism with the self-deprecating humor of the New York School to create an irresistibly original work...Full of vivid imagery and humorous barbs targeting both the self and the wider nonsensical world, this is unforgettable. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e (Starred Review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eTantrums in Air\u003c\/i\u003e is a brilliant, rivetingly original collection of poems, careening between high-femme camp performance, paranormal incantation, and sparkling dispatches from a mind mid-thought. These poems are obsessed with surfaces: those we touch and penetrate and barter, yes, but especially those we make using language, with its “blueblack liquid” and “opalescent scars” and “hooks and eyes \/ That open worlds.” For my money, Emily Skillings is simply one of the most exciting poets writing today. \u003cb\u003e—Maggie Millner\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe poems of Emily Skillings return me to repeated innocence, a second childhood in the midst of a middling adulthood revoked by the saying of bald things like “I am pointless” or “I love nature” that brutally reset the sense one has of oneself. Actually, this happens by way of a feral pivot from the bluntly plain to the “surreal order of things” in which “[r]aspberry sorbet \/ replaces the body \/ of the oyster” and worms grow drunk on sound. It sort of kills me to observe this happen. By “sort of” I mean Skillings so casually keeps me teetering on the brink of sense, it makes me mad—very mad and very happy. \u003cb\u003e—Aditi Machado\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThese poems are stitched with lush, unforeseen textures and unexhausted time. They are virtuosic, impolite, and I want to eat or possibly mainline them. They make the ghost of John Keats smile in ecstasy. 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She is a member of the Belladonna* Collaborative, a feminist poetry collective, small press, and event series. Her work has been supported by residencies and fellowships from the T.S. Eliot Foundation and the New York Foundation for the Arts. Skillings currently teaches creative writing at Yale, NYU, and Columbia. 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The result is a lively survey of a writer who feels fresh, even as he speaks to and from history.\" —\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\" href=\"https:\/\/ocreviewofbooks.org\/2025\/11\/08\/jean-follain-earthly-eric-bies\/\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eThe Orange County Review of Books\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\" href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-beer-drinker-a-poem-by-jean-follain-translated-by-andrew-seguin\/\"\u003eLiterary Hub\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\" href=\"https:\/\/compulsivereader.com\/2025\/11\/24\/a-review-of-earthly-by-jean-follain\/\"\u003eCompulsive Reader\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ca style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\" href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/9798991298858#:~:text=In%20a%20brief%20introduction%20to,Follain's%20poems%20richly%20illustrate%20this\"\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003ca style=\"color: rgb(43, 0, 255);\" rel=\"noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/thenewblackbartpoetrysociety.wordpress.com\/2026\/01\/26\/where-the-muse-resides\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003eThe New Black Bart Poetry Society\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eJean Follain\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan\u003e(1903–1971) studied law at the Faculté de Caen and later became a magistrate. His first book of poems, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eLa Main chaude\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, was published in 1933, and his first book of prose, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eParis\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, in 1935. Follain published 12 subsequent volumes of poetry as well as several memoirs of his childhood. In 1970, Follain was awarded the highest honor by L’Académie Française, its Grand Prix du Poésie. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eAssociated with a group that included Max Jacob and Pierre Reverdy, Jean Follain was struck by a car and killed just after midnight in Paris in 1971, a brutal irony considering how many of his poems are rutted by farm carts and horse carriages and apple wagons.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eAndrew Seguin\u003c\/strong\u003e is the author of \u003cem\u003eThe Room in Which I Work\u003c\/em\u003e and the chapbooks \u003cem\u003eNN\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem\u003eBlack Anecdote\u003c\/em\u003e, and co-translator, with Pierre Mabille, of the first French edition of Josef Albers’s \u003cem\u003ePoems and Drawings\u003c\/em\u003e. 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Wieners creates a complex schizo-analysis of language, capitalism, incarceration, and state power, while reflecting on unpopular themes of aging and loneliness in the gay world. It is also a paean for his beloved city of Boston, as he witnessed its destruction by the onerous forces of urban renewal. Considered by many to be his masterpiece, the book was met variously with indifference and outrage when it was published in 1975. In 1982, most remaining copies of the book were destroyed in the arson fire of \u003cem\u003eFag Rag\u003c\/em\u003e\/\u003cem\u003eGood Gay Poets\u003c\/em\u003e offices.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlready known as a \"poet’s poet\" from \u003ci\u003eThe Hotel Wentley Poems\u003c\/i\u003e (1958), \u003ci\u003eAce of Pentacles\u003c\/i\u003e (1964), and \u003ci\u003eNerves\u003c\/i\u003e (1970), in 1972 Wieners moved to 44 Joy Street on Boston’s Beacon Hill, where he was involved with anti-war and gay liberation movements, the Beacon Hill Free School, and organizations devoted to the rights of people with mental health conditions. Out of this milieu emerged \u003ci\u003eBehind the State Capitol\u003c\/i\u003e, described by its author as “cinema decoupages; verses, abbreviated prose insights.” The book would be John Wieners’s last major poetical statement. 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This turn of the plow could unearth motherhood but, in Garnett’s case, it turns up something else. Channeling this poet’s keen mind, churning with midlife’s thorniest dilemmas, \u003ci\u003eShit Hike\u003c\/i\u003e traipses through wildly incongruous modes, turning on a dime between the pastoral and the peeving, acceptance and resistance, through both comedy and loss. The result is a thrilling journey into the thoughts and feelings of Garnett’s exploration through these new unpaved fields.\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Corny, horny, bathetic, sublime, these poems ('leaked \/ forces') eavesdrop on their author at her most intimate ('Aw peaches!'), strangefying little moments ('secret smirches') in time. As she moves from city to country, what awaits is not a pastoral dreamscape but the reality of marriage and middle age (a 'shit hike' of sorts). But this book is not 'about' all that so much as it’s about the pleasure and perversity of being alive in the world, each day’s leaping syntax and its crunch… 'Let me not \/ Lose poetry' it cries out to the angelic orders. It has so much heart.\" —\u003cstrong\u003eSara Nicholson\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Callie Garnett's \u003cem\u003eShit Hike\u003c\/em\u003e is an anti-romantic, anti-sentimental improvisational leap-frogging rumination on the human condition. Reading these poems is like being inside a mind that moves so quickly it can't quite—or refuses to—conclude. 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