Overview
In a careful examination of personal and collective histories, David Keplinger's Iceindexes the findings from memory's slow melt-stories and faces we've forgotten, bones hidden in frost. ""I am asking how much more / I have to learn from this,"" Keplingerwrites. ""You are asking that same question."" In these poems, he turns to our predecessors for guidance in picking apart the forces that govern modernity-masculinity, power, knowledge, conquest. Cryptic visitants arrive in the form of Gilgamesh, ""searching for a way to stay in pain forever""; a grandmother mending socks, ""her face in the dark unchanging"";Emily Dickinson, lingering at her window; a lion cub, asleep in ice for millennia. With each comes a critique of the Anthropocene, our drive to possess the unpossessable. With each comes also the discovery of what-and who-we've harmed in the discovering. Ice shelves collapse. Climate change melts layers of permafrost to reveal a severed wolf's head. A pair of grease-smudged reading glasses calls up a mother's phantom. ""I am sorry / for the parts you gave me / that I've misshapen,""Keplingerwrites. Sois there ""a point to all this singing""? Our ancestors cannot answer. The wolf's head can't, either. But sometimes, ""out of the snow of confusion,""somethinganswers, ""saying gorgeous things like yes."" And the flowers ""open up / their small green trumpets anyway.""
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Author: David Keplinger
Publisher: Milkweed Editions
Imprint: Milkweed Editions
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Width: 13.90cm
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, Length: 21.50cm
ISBN: 9781639550166
ISBN 10: 163955016
Pages: 96
Publication Date: 21 September 2023
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Reviews
Praise for Another City Keplinger's voices accumulate to a rich texture, inflected by literature and travel. I've rarely stood back in such awe at a collection's ordering principles, its bone structure. These cities open their mouths and sing. -Sandra Beasley The exquisite poems in Another City possess the weight and certitude of stone, yet break within one as geodes: their depths prismatic yet dreamlike, enigmatic yet also deeply familiar. From familial histories to Lincoln's imperfect embalming, Marie Curie's radioactive notebook to an examination of the ache of quotidian objects, there is a wholly radiant center to this collection, a dazzling multiplicity of cities and citizens, losses and revelations. The domes of these pages-both funerary and celestial-are those in which the great poets sing. -Katherine Larson I cherish and am grateful for these poems, for the way the sweep of them disturbs me out of my complacency, and although I'm not certain as to who it is who tells me these poems, who sometimes even sings these poems out loud so I can hear them rise above the noisy hubbub of our lives, I know that he is capable of a powerful wrenching of the past into the painfully clear light of knowing, and I know that he, this speaker, presents-or illustrates, really-a frighteningly familiar record of someone confronting the essence of who he is in the world in the middle of his life without any reaching for self-praise or even salvation. -Bruce Weigl Within the places (somatic, textual, geographical) that house us and those that we house within us, David-frank, compressed, darkly witty, and never far from a sense of mythic wonder-makes clear that the purpose of a pilgrimage is to locate in any 'city' the profoundly humane citizenry of the isolato. '[D]eath is not the subject of our portrait. / It is,' he writes in 'The City of Birth,' 'the knowing you are seen, / it is the lighting of one's light, it is to take / a body, knowing you are not the body. / That's loneliness.' In what Keplinger calls, in another poem, 'our days of faithless translation,' we are beyond lucky to have Keplinger interpreting our steps with ardent, articulate compassion. -Lisa Russ Spaar Like Joseph Cornell's elegant and bewitching boxes, Keplinger's poems are miniatures which reveal a universe. Although they begin in the quotidian, they are apt to end in revelation, made all the more resonant thanks to Keplinger's exacting metaphors and unerring command of free verse craft. Yet he also reminds us, again and again, that revelation is by no means easy to come by. As he writes in one of the poems, 'Now for the rest of your life / you are trying to be born / through a wound,' a passage of Rilkean intensity which suggests that for Keplinger the stakes are very high indeed. Another City is his finest collection yet. -David Wojahn Praise for David Keplinger's Translation of The Art of Topiary Keplinger's translation seems to rise out of a love of language that's almost mathematical in music and pace. Thus, each line is well made, composed of lyrical density and movement, and the reader experiences this-not as conceit, but as actual. Each poem feels alive with intention, teaching us how to listen to its music. Here control becomes part of meaning. The mechanics of nature-where the organic becomes metaphysical, or the natural sculpted-are primary to the collection. This masterful accretive affect works in The Art of Topiary. Jan Wagner's vision has been exacted with care and know-how as Keplinger carries into translation the truth of a gesture, and this is where poetry resides. -Yusef Komunyakaa Praise for The Most Natural Thing Stunning and visceral . . . His prose is so well-crafted and compact that you'd think they wrote themselves into the world-that they were born complete and right on their due date, with no complications. -The Rumpus Evocative and haunting, a meditation on memory and the body and desire. It is, for the most part, a very quiet book that relies less on big stunning moments than small details. . . . The fact that there is so much movement between the poems and across the book is remarkable. -The Fiddleback A tender, graceful, and profound meditation on the ways in which we experience our bodies in the world; shuttling expertly between the narrative and the lyric, the ordinary and the wild, the book asks us to envision the body as that lived intersection between, as Keplinger would have it, the natural and the natural. -Triquarterly Somehow this clever magical poet's fervor brings to the page a splendor of humanism- the extension of wit, delight and cynicism. He's at the top of the heap of the originals. -Washington Independent Review of Books Praise for The Prayers of Others The question is less whether Keplinger benefits from the prose poem than whether prose poetry benefits from Keplinger-a question The Prayers of Others answers with a resounding yes. -American Book Review The sustained invention of a tinkerer who takes his materials (so many of them fragile, easily discarded or mislaid) to heart even as he finds his humor, his consolation in the spirited play of their arrangements. -Antioch Review
Praise for Another City Keplinger's voices accumulate to a rich texture, inflected by literature and travel. I've rarely stood back in such awe at a collection's ordering principles, its bone structure. These cities open their mouths and sing. -Sandra Beasley The exquisite poems in Another City possess the weight and certitude of stone, yet break within one as geodes: their depths prismatic yet dreamlike, enigmatic yet also deeply familiar. From familial histories to Lincoln's imperfect embalming, Marie Curie's radioactive notebook to an examination of the ache of quotidian objects, there is a wholly radiant center to this collection, a dazzling multiplicity of cities and citizens, losses and revelations. The domes of these pages-both funerary and celestial-are those in which the great poets sing. -Katherine Larson I cherish and am grateful for these poems, for the way the sweep of them disturbs me out of my complacency, and although I'm not certain as to who it is who tells me these poems, who sometimes even sings these poems out loud so I can hear them rise above the noisy hubbub of our lives, I know that he is capable of a powerful wrenching of the past into the painfully clear light of knowing, and I know that he, this speaker, presents-or illustrates, really-a frighteningly familiar record of someone confronting the essence of who he is in the world in the middle of his life without any reaching for self-praise or even salvation. -Bruce Weigl Within the places (somatic, textual, geographical) that house us and those that we house within us, David-frank, compressed, darkly witty, and never far from a sense of mythic wonder-makes clear that the purpose of a pilgrimage is to locate in any 'city' the profoundly humane citizenry of the isolato. '[D]eath is not the subject of our portrait. / It is,' he writes in 'The City of Birth,' 'the knowing you are seen, / it is the lighting of one's light, it is to take / a body, knowing you are not the body. / That's loneliness.' In what Keplinger calls, in another poem, 'our days of faithless translation,' we are beyond lucky to have Keplinger interpreting our steps with ardent, articulate compassion. -Lisa Russ Spaar Like Joseph Cornell's elegant and bewitching boxes, Keplinger's poems are miniatures which reveal a universe. Although they begin in the quotidian, they are apt to end in revelation, made all the more resonant thanks to Keplinger's exacting metaphors and unerring command of free verse craft. Yet he also reminds us, again and again, that revelation is by no means easy to come by. As he writes in one of the poems, 'Now for the rest of your life / you are trying to be born / through a wound,' a passage of Rilkean intensity which suggests that for Keplinger the stakes are very high indeed. Another City is his finest collection yet. -David Wojahn Praise for David Keplinger's Translation of The Art of Topiary Keplinger's translation seems to rise out of a love of language that's almost mathematical in music and pace. Thus, each line is well made, composed of lyrical density and movement, and the reader experiences this-not as conceit, but as actual. Each poem feels alive with intention, teaching us how to listen to its music. Here control becomes part of meaning. The mechanics of nature-where the organic becomes metaphysical, or the natural sculpted-are primary to the collection. This masterful accretive affect works in The Art of Topiary. Jan Wagner's vision has been exacted with care and know-how as Keplinger carries into translation the truth of a gesture, and this is where poetry resides. -Yusef Komunyakaa Praise for The Most Natural Thing Stunning and visceral . . . His prose is so well-crafted and compact that you'd think they wrote themselves into the world-that they were born complete and right on their due date, with no complications. -The Rumpus Evocative and haunting, a meditation on memory and the body and desire. It is, for the most part, a very quiet book that relies less on big stunning moments than small details. . . . The fact that there is so much movement between the poems and across the book is remarkable. -The Fiddleback A tender, graceful, and profound meditation on the ways in which we experience our bodies in the world; shuttling expertly between the narrative and the lyric, the ordinary and the wild, the book asks us to envision the body as that lived intersection between, as Keplinger would have it, the natural and the natural. -Triquarterly Somehow this clever magical poet's fervor brings to the page a splendor of humanism- the extension of wit, delight and cynicism. He's at the top of the heap of the originals. -Washington Independent Review of Books Praise for The Prayers of Others The question is less whether Keplinger benefits from the prose poem than whether prose poetry benefits from Keplinger-a question The Prayers of Others answers with a resounding yes. -American Book Review The sustained invention of a tinkerer who takes his materials (so many of them fragile, easily discarded or mislaid) to heart even as he finds his humor, his consolation in the spirited play of their arrangements. -Antioch Review
Author Information
David Keplinger is the author of Ice and Another City. His collections of poems also include The Most Natural Thing, The Prayers of Others, The Clearing, and The Rose Inside. His translations include Carsten Ren Nielsen's World Cut Out with Crooked Scissors and House Inspections, a Lannan Translations Selection; his most recent translation is Jan Wagner's The Art of Topiary. Keplinger's work has appeared in Poetry, Ploughshares, Virginia Quarterly Review, American Poetry Review, and The Writer's Almanac, and has been translated and included in anthologies in China, Germany, Denmark, Northern Ireland, and elsewhere. The recipient of two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, Keplinger has received support from the Soros Foundation, the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, the DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities, and the Danish Arts Foundation. He has also received the T.S. Eliot Prize, the Colorado Book Award, the Cavafy Prize from Poetry International, and the Erksine J. Poetry Prize from Smartish Pace. Keplinger directs the MFA program at American University in Washington, DC.
