// published in 2019
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| by Matthew Carey Salyer // a Pen & Anvil chapbook |
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Matt Salyer is a two-time finalist for the Iowa Review Prize in Poetry, a Pushcart nominee, and a semi-finalist for the Brittingham and Felix Pollak Prizes in Poetry. Connect with him via Twitter.
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“Because I could not hold the complex original of myself well...
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// (from Recasting Self-Portrait as the
MTA Lost Property Office)
A gathering of five poems, traversing city songs, family history, and self-making. Enclosed as a tuck-in with the 2019 issue of The Charles River Journal, No. 10.
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| Critical praise for the work of Matthew Carey Salyer: |
William Brewer, author of I Know Your Kind: “Salyer's poems—formally agile and wildly musical—read like a record of what happens when a voice is turned inward for decades, even as it grows with the languages of war, history, Catholicism, Irishness, and the Bronx, only to erupt in a lexicon, style, and poetry all its own.”
Patrick James Errington, winner of The London Magazine Poetry Prize: “Salyer's fiercely wrought language reminds us that the ties that bind are only a hair's breadth from entangling, ensnaring, even strangling.”
Ellen Adair, author of Curtain Speech: “Words are plastic in Salyer's hands, bending their parts of speech to his layered purpose, and line endings are mines of meaning and subverted expectation. Metaphors constantly accrue in such succession that they seem effortless, creating a rich canvas of overlapping images. Rhythm is always employed in the unforced musicality of the text, while sounds constantly call back on each other—in short, Salyer's poems are replete with that which makes poetry poetry , and not just glorified prose.”
Paul S. Rowe, co-editor of The Charles River Journal: “The embers of Salyer's vigorous poems linger long after his elegiac wildfire has been swept away, haunting readers with the spark and shadow of dignified epic formulae and disquieting linguistic landmines.” |
| About this chapbook series: |
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