Maps. John Freeman

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Название Maps
Автор произведения John Freeman
Жанр Зарубежные стихи
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Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781619321809



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       For Nicole, who gave me the world

      Perhaps fantasy is what you fill up maps with rather than saying that they too contain the unknown.

      REBECCA SOLNIT, A FIELD GUIDE TO GETTING LOST

      The face of God you could hardly look at. But that day it drizzled, so I could look all I wanted. I saw the homelier side. The cracked whitewash and swallows nesting in the busted end of eaves. I saw the boards sawed the size of broken windowpanes and the fruit trees, stripped. Only the tough wild rhubarb flourished. Goldenrod rubbed up their walls. It was a poor convent. I didn’t see that then, but I know that now. Compared to others it was humble, ragtag, out in the middle of no place. It was the end of the world to some. Where the maps stopped.

      LOUISE ERDRICH, LOVE MEDICINE

      Contents

       Title Page

       Note to Reader

       Dedication

       ONE

       Rocklin

       Beirut

       Legend

       The Unknowing

       Sarajevo (Summer 2016)

       Swap Meet

       Bomb Shelters of the Oligarchs

       Maps

       Of Rockets

       The Boy under the Car

       The Blinding

       Summer 1995

       Barbers

       Coins

       You Are Here

       The Heat

       TWO

       Still Life

       Mail

       On Generosity

       Reherseal

       Allowances

       The Money

       The Last

       Tattoo

       Via

       Repeat

       Blackout

       Tautology

       Oslo

       Ides

       Saudade

       THREE

       English Hours, Three Pieces of Advice

       Night Bus to Richmond

       On Love

       Wimbledon

       Lacking Measures

       Maddy

       28th Street

       Childhood