Parallel Equators

Nathan Shepherdson

ISBN 10: 0645651214 / ISBN 13: 9780645651218

Published by Recent Work Press, 2023

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Nathan Shepherdson's new collection, parallel equators is a book in five sections, under the five vowels, and through the five apparatus of one hand. It attempts to return its messages to a sender (or senders) locked somewhere in a haze of accidental truths. Words travel at irregular pace on a walking tour through a dissociative alphabet of concepts and images. Fingernails, silence, glass, leaves, eyelids, absence, lungs, and full stops all become entangled as 'body types' in this idiosyncratic language. Patterns repeat the self. Transcriptions of conversations between elegy and memory possess a natural cadence that counts out the oxygen molecules in life's strange abacus.Shepherdson's poems are snap-fingered mosaics, dry ingredients holding their breath, so as not to sink, as they unexpectedly set on wet paper surfaces. Is Shepherdson a well-grounded, metaphoric-driven pragmatist, or a quiet, well-meaning fantasist, who wanders off each day, towel in hand, to meet Heraclitus for an afternoon swim.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Parallel Equators
• Publisher: Recent Work Press
• Publication Date: 2023
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0645651214
• ISBN 13: 9780645651218
• Binding: Taschenbuch
• Condition: Neu
• Dimensions: 229W x 152H x 11D millimeters 229 millimeters width by 152 millimeters height by 11 millimeters depth
• Weight: 279 grams

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Nathan Shepherdson's new collection, parallel equators is a book in five sections, under the five vowels, and through the five apparatus of one hand. It attempts to return its messages to a sender (or senders) locked somewhere in a haze of accidental truths. Words travel at irregular pace on a walking tour through a dissociative alphabet of concepts and images. Fingernails, silence, glass, leaves, eyelids, absence, lungs, and full stops all become entangled as 'body types' in this idiosyncratic language. Patterns repeat the self. Transcriptions of conversations between elegy and memory possess a natural cadence that counts out the oxygen molecules in life's strange abacus.

Shepherdson's poems are snap-fingered mosaics, dry ingredients holding their breath, so as not to sink, as they unexpectedly set on wet paper surfaces. Is Shepherdson a well-grounded, metaphoric-driven pragmatist, or a quiet, well-meaning fantasist, who wanders off each day, towel in hand, to meet Heraclitus for an afternoon swim?