The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems

The Alphabet in the Park Selected Poems This is the first book published in English by of the work of Brazilian poet Adelia Prado Incorporating poems published over the past fifteen years The Alphabet in the Park is a book of passion and i

  • Title: The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems
  • Author: Adélia Prado Ellen Watson
  • ISBN: 9780819511775
  • Page: 459
  • Format: Paperback
  • This is the first book published in English by of the work of Brazilian poet Adelia Prado Incorporating poems published over the past fifteen years, The Alphabet in the Park is a book of passion and intelligence, wit and instinct These are poems about human concerns, especially those of women, about living in one s body and out of it, about the physical but also the spirThis is the first book published in English by of the work of Brazilian poet Adelia Prado Incorporating poems published over the past fifteen years, The Alphabet in the Park is a book of passion and intelligence, wit and instinct These are poems about human concerns, especially those of women, about living in one s body and out of it, about the physical but also the spiritual and the imaginative life Prado also writes about ordinary matters she insists that the human experience is both mystical and carnal To Prado these are not contradictory It s the soul that s erotic, she writes.As Ellen Watson says in her introduction, Adelia Prados poetry is a poetry of abundance These poems overflow with the humble, grand, various stuff of daily life necklaces, bicycles, fish saints and prostitutes and presidents innumerable chickens and musical instrumentsAnd, seemingly at every turn, there is food But also, an abundance of dark things, cancer, death, greed These are poems of appetite, all kinds.

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    1. I’m looking for the saddest thing, which once foundwill never be lost again, because it will follow memore loyal than a dog, the ghostof a dog, sadness beyond words. *I write a poem and delude myself that I’ve escaped sadness.I merely make it rhythmic, lighter perhaps.I do my best to make it beautiful, bearable,and for that reasonless reason I cry some more. *This is all I want—to sit in the sun until my hide is wrinkled.But the sun, too, will disappear behind the hill,night comes and pass [...]

    2. These poems are somewhat hit or miss for me, but her best ones have fresh imagery and voice. The last line of one where she describes the origin of words as 'a live fish in your hand: pure terror" has always stuck with me.

    3. Favorites included:"Dysrhythmia""Not Even One Line in December""Denouement"I felt like some things may have been lost on me in translation. "Dysrhythmia," which opens the collection, threw me for such a loop that I feel like I may have expected too much of the rest of the selection.

    4. I only read this book because it was assigned in my Lit class, but these poems are so powerful that I now want to read more Adelia Prado. I haven't even read any poetry in years, and I'm not especially intelligent or educated but these poems would speak to anyone. far from mirrors, I feed dreams of fame and travel, extraordinary men offering me necklaces, words that can be eaten, they're so sweet so warm, so corporeal. The trellis sags with flowers. I sleep a drunken sleep, judging the beauty of [...]

    5. Brazilian poet Adelia Prado was recently recognized with the Griffin Lifetime Recognition award. This collection, selecting from three of Prado's collections from the 1970s and 80s and sensitively translated by Ellen Watson, is a revelation. By turns earthy and sensual, then spiritual and acutely conscious of the presence of God (although not without skepticism), then bitter, then joyous, Prado captures with distinctive brio and energy the travails and triumphs of a life lived fully and fearless [...]

    6. "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson "Poetry will save me. I won’t tell this to the four windsbecause I’m frightened of experts, excommunication,afraid of shocking the fainthearted. But not of God.What is poetry, if not His face touchedby the brutality of things?"- Adélia Prado, GUIDE.So many mic drops in this book. So much top-of-the-head-taken-off.

    7. Some good stuff - natural, honest, passionate - but I had been hoping to explode into flames, and I didn't explode into flames.

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