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Susan Firer
Published: October 2007 • Milwaukee Does Strange Things to People • ISBN: 0979393426 Format: Paperback, 168 pages Price: $16 Availability: In stock Order: The Backwaters Press Amazon Barnes & Noble |
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• Milwaukee Poet Laureate 2008-2010 • The best part about Milwaukee Does Strange Things To People is that, because it features almost three decades of work, it allows readers to witness Firer's metamorphosis from a young, intellectual spitfire to a wise and reverent woman who's still willing to dip a toe--or three--into the ever-changing lake. Firer returns to themes that have remained throughout her career, often with wry humor and candor, but also a kind of sharp nostalgia, with veneration for that small gesture or place that is often overlooked. “Small Milwaukee Museums” lists a series of unlikely collisions of incident and place. The simple act of bathing her father in flower petals as a child combines the ephemeral and delicate nature of childhood with the gravity and yearning of adulthood in “Recovery.” A poem recounting a formative encounter with the power of poetry, “of bouquets of confusion, feasts of loss,” conjures the sweet pang of youthful discovery in “Mrs. Post’s 6th-hour English Class.” Like all exceptional poetry, it allows us to reach back into our own experiences and see in them an unqualified, fleeting splendor. About the Author: |
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| • From Susan Firer's Milwaukee Does Strange Things to People •
The Halo Factory Under the granite clouds, throughthe quinine rain and wind -tree-downed warblers' songs, a man lopes the chicory cliff yelling, "Grace, GRACE." He is running after Grace. The brain's spunk. If I were Sunday, I'd ask you whom you love enough to elegize: St. Patrick? Depac? A country? Your sister? Hive to sound. Even here —plashed with waves' poultices, the cop's words: "I never saw anyone who wanted to die so badly." The bulldozed heart writes its quarries, queries, & quagmires on the horizon's tarnished waves' explosive white-dress-flounce blurs and ships' watermarked steel canvasses. In the garden, the Immortality Iris waves, wearing its white-June -prom-tulle. Small green maple seeds stencil peace signs on the wet cement. The silver maple's gold spinners halo air. |
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