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- Author: Melissa Buckheit
- Publisher: Shearsman Books
- ISBN-10: 184861215X
- ISBN-13: 9781848612150
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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The poems in Noctilucent begin where light exists or is created in darkness, a paradox. But this is not a 'dark / light' of metaphor, but of the real and of relationship, where algae illumines the deep sea, the light of dead stars reach us from deep space, and night is a doorway, an entrance into the interior-of self, other, cosmos. Melissa Buckheit bridges human experience-personal, historical, social-into this space where the very thing which is invisible or hidden, must be spoken. There is no Truth-but truths, identity, eros, suffering, loss gleam along the interstices of the lyric as meaning embedded in a strange and musical syntax. We are surprised, as if by a pale-white, fragrant Datura blooming unforgivingly in the dark of night, by her intimacy and electric force. In Noctilucent, the beloved is every human body, a decaying salmon, or the lilts of a lover's voice-our human devotion to memory.
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- Author: Melissa Buckheit
- Publisher: Shearsman Books
- ISBN-10: 184861215X
- ISBN-13: 9781848612150
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
The poems in Noctilucent begin where light exists or is created in darkness, a paradox. But this is not a 'dark / light' of metaphor, but of the real and of relationship, where algae illumines the deep sea, the light of dead stars reach us from deep space, and night is a doorway, an entrance into the interior-of self, other, cosmos. Melissa Buckheit bridges human experience-personal, historical, social-into this space where the very thing which is invisible or hidden, must be spoken. There is no Truth-but truths, identity, eros, suffering, loss gleam along the interstices of the lyric as meaning embedded in a strange and musical syntax. We are surprised, as if by a pale-white, fragrant Datura blooming unforgivingly in the dark of night, by her intimacy and electric force. In Noctilucent, the beloved is every human body, a decaying salmon, or the lilts of a lover's voice-our human devotion to memory.
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