- Pasta blanda: 88 páginas
- Editor: New York Quarterly Books (1 de noviembre de 2017)
- Idioma: Inglés
- ISBN-10: 1630450502
- ISBN-13: 978-1630450502
- Dimensiones del producto: 14 x 1.3 x 21.6 cm
- Peso del envío: 122 g
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Not Elegy, But Eros (Inglés) Pasta blanda – 1 nov 2017
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"Nausheen Eusuf blends wit, passion, and grief with masterful dexterity, controlling emotion as she stirs up the unbearable. Her poems are as hospitable to private sorrow as to public mourning over the violences suffered in her native Bangladesh. Yet her sense of the absurd keeps the book aloft, soaring on the helium of her wordplay. She has made this mixture of privacy and giddiness her own."
--Rosanna Warren, University of Chicago
"Nausheen Eusuf's poetry reflects a unified sensibility that can deal with a wide range of themes, personal and public. There is hard thought and emotional intensity combined with precision of diction and admirable formal control, making this a brilliant debut collection."
--Kaiser Haq, University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh
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These poems are soft and delicate, finely tuned with images intricately woven together, and taken as a whole, they gently yet sharply touch on every aspect of love in our daily lives. I can’t believe that this is the first book of this stunningly accomplished poet! She has a lengthy list of journal publications to her credit, so we could be seeing a young poet approaching mastery of her art.
Eusuf sets some of her poems in Bangladesh, but make no mistake about it: her work focuses the reader on the human condition that faces all of us. From the tender, almost invisible love described in “Shining Shoes” to the fretting, almost cynical love of her mother in “Elegy for the Family Romance,” Eusuf carefully crafts line after line of subtle heartache and obvious yearning for meaningful connections between friends and family. This is a book of poems that takes its title as its jumping-off point: Not elegy, but Eros, not death, but love in all of its defiance that will ultimately triumph even when it kills us. Taking lines from her final poem in the collection, love “. . . appears like a wraith at the door . . .” as “the night rears like a stallion.”
This book is a keeper for any home collection of contemporary poetry!