{"title":"Christopher Kennedy","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eChristopher Kennedy\u003c\/strong\u003e is the author of \u003cem\u003eThe Strange God that Makes Us\u003c\/em\u003e (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2024); \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eClues from the Animal Kingdom\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2018); \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eEnnui Prophet\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2011); \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eEncouragement for a Man Falling to His Death\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2007), which received the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award; \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eTrouble with the Machine\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (Low Fidelity Press, 2003); and \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNietzsche’s Horse\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (Mitki\/Mitki Press, 2001). He is one of the translators of \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eLight and Heavy Things: Selected Poems of Zeeshan Sahil\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2013), published as part of the Lannan Translation Series. His work has appeared in many print and on-line journals and magazines, including \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ePloughshares\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Progressive\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ePlume\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNew York Tyrant\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eNinth Letter\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eWigleaf\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Threepenny Review\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eMississippi Review\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, and \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eMcSweeney’s\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e. In 2011, he was awarded a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship for Poetry. He is a professor of English in the MFA Program in Creative Writing at Syracuse University.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"encouragement-for-a-man-falling-to-his-death","title":"Encouragement for a Man Falling to His Death","description":"\u003ch5\u003eSigned paperback and hardcover copies available in limited supplies\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eChristopher Kennedy's poetry is funny, deadpan, self-effacing and revelatory in the way of a man with nothing to lose. His first two books, \u003cem\u003eNietzsche's Horse\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem\u003eTrouble with the Machine\u003c\/em\u003e, are collections of prose poems. The poems are often ironic fables or surreal parables that lampoon the absurdities in contemporary American life. Kennedy's new collection, \u003cem\u003eEncouragement for a Man Falling to His Death\u003c\/em\u003e is more varied in forms and more personal in tone and themes. \u003cem\u003eEncouragement\u003c\/em\u003e is a mix of verse and prose poems with an emphasis on the former. A number of poems are fourteen lines, contain an octet and sestet, and present an argument which is then reinforced or countered. This more formal style provides the necessary \"architecture\" for Kennedy to grieve his father's death. Having recently turned fifty himself, the age his father was when he died, Kennedy's poems also reflect his own obsession with the idea of transformation--from the ordinary to the extraordinary, from life to death.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRiddle of Self-Worth\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy cannibal standards, I'm dinner for six.\u003cbr\u003eMy pet vulture has the disconcerting habit of staring\u003cbr\u003eat the clock and then at me. In terms of sun, \u003cbr\u003eI plan for a long Alaskan winter. Insurance salesmen\u003cbr\u003eslink away from me at parties. A stiff breeze\u003cbr\u003eblows away my weight in gold. In the world of before\u003cbr\u003eand after, I remain steadfastly before. Last session,\u003cbr\u003emy psychiatrist shook my hand and thanked me\u003cbr\u003efor curing his insomnia. If I had a nickel for every time\u003cbr\u003emy name was associated with greatness, I would owe\u003cbr\u003esomeone a quarter. My mother called recently and asked\u003cbr\u003efor her umbilical cord. Yet I'm resilient, a human cockroach.\u003cbr\u003eI'll be here for awhile, blocking progress in a black leather jacket,\u003cbr\u003eswitchblade quick and ruthless as a jar of pennies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd 2007 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAvailable editions:\u003cbr\u003e-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \u003cbr\u003eCloth ISBN: 978-1-934414-02-6\u003cbr\u003ePrice: $23.00 \u003cbr\u003ePublishing Date: October 2007\u003cbr\u003ePaperback ISBN: 978-1-929918-98-0\u003cbr\u003ePrice: $16.00 \u003cbr\u003ePublishing Date: October 2007\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":null,"offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":9802152581,"sku":"978-1-929918-98-0","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Paperback (Signed)","offer_id":12465325342801,"sku":"","price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Cloth (Signed)","offer_id":12465326194769,"sku":"978-1-934414-02-6","price":30.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/file_51.jpeg?v=1527683239"},{"product_id":"ennui","title":"Ennui Prophet","description":"\u003ch5\u003eSigned copies available in limited supply\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe poems in\u003cem\u003e Ennui Prophet\u003c\/em\u003e, Christopher Kennedy’s fourth collection, range from deeply personal explorations of relationships with family and friends, to examinations of the political climate in the first decade of the millennium. Whether personal or public, Kennedy gazes through a slightly distorted lens to better see the world around us.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eEnnui Prophet\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Singular and deeply pleasurable. Christopher Kennedy’s prosetry is a lonely anarchic nation-state unto itself, half vacation funspot, half eerie purgatorial layover.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e    \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e                                                                                               \u003c\/span\u003e—Dave Eggers\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Can one have too much fun writing a poem? I imagine Kennedy offering the reader an enthusiastic high-five at the end of this one. Yet, humor turns to horror as we are finally forced to recognize ourselves in Kennedy's paralyzed 'Ennui Prophet' who can no longer distinguish a 'scream forming' from 'a yawn.' Kennedy's work delights in such ambiguity and also finds ways to keep speaking through its sleepy screams.\" \u003cspan style=\"font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;\"\u003e —\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;\" class=\"apple-converted-space\"\u003eKenyon Review Online\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;\" class=\"apple-converted-space\"\u003eISBN - 9781934414491\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":8420121413,"sku":"9781934414491","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Paperback (Signed)","offer_id":12465335304273,"sku":"978-1-934414-49-2","price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/ENNUI_PROPHET.jpg?v=1527683246"},{"product_id":"light-and-heavy-things","title":"Light and Heavy Things","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eLight and Heavy Things\u003c\/em\u003e provides many English-speaking readers an opportunity to discover the work of the late Pakistani poet Zeeshan Sahil for the first time. Born in Hyderabad, Sindh, in 1961, Sahil went on to publish eight collections of poetry in Urdu. Often described as a shy man, Sahil was confined to a wheelchair and suffered from serious health problems his entire life leading to his premature death at the age of 47. Despite the difficulties he faced, Zeeshan Sahil’s poetry is marked by an often lighthearted sensitivity and a post-modern sensibility that presents the political realities of Pakistan in personal terms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eSigned copies available in limited supply\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e \u003cstrong\u003e“Poem”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e Be afraid of poets\u003cbr\u003eThey have hand grenade dreams\u003cbr\u003eLet your words slip\u003cbr\u003eAnd they’ll throw them against the wall\u003cbr\u003eTry to snatch them back\u003cbr\u003eAnd they’ll hide them under water\u003cbr\u003eWhatever they have\u003cbr\u003eThey won’t give you\u003cbr\u003eIf a mob confronts them\u003cbr\u003eEven then the sky is theirs\u003cbr\u003eThey will call up a cavalry of clouds\u003cbr\u003eAnd they will drown you\u003cbr\u003eThey own the earth and keep your footprints captive\u003cbr\u003eThey have a boat\u003cbr\u003eAnd they’ll ship you off\u003cbr\u003eTo an island and leave you there\u003cbr\u003eIf you live with birds you will forget\u003cbr\u003eFaces of poets, your own face\u003cbr\u003eWhen they come for you\u003cbr\u003eYou might push the birds in front of you\u003cbr\u003eTo take your place.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff;\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eAbout the Author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"background-color: #ffffff;\"\u003eZeeshan Sahil was born on December 15, 1961, in Hyderabad, Sindh, and went to school there. He began to write poetry in 1977. He is one of the primary poets who started writing prose poetry in Pakistan. During his lifetime he published eight collections of poetry in Urdu: \u003ci\u003eArena \u003c\/i\u003e(1985), \u003ci\u003eChirion ka Shor\u003c\/i\u003e (1989), \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eKuhr Alood Aasmaan kay Sitaaray \u003c\/i\u003e(1994), \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eKarachi aur Doosri Nazmein\u003c\/i\u003e (1995), \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eEmail aur Doosri Nazmein\u003c\/i\u003e (2003), \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eShabnama aur Doosri Nazmein\u003c\/i\u003e (2003), \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eJang ke Dinon Mein\u003c\/i\u003e (2003) and \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eNeem-tareek Muhabbat\u003c\/i\u003e (2005). All eight books have been published in a single volume, titled \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eSaari Nazmain\u003c\/i\u003e, and his ghazals were collected in another volume, \u003ci style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\"\u003eWajh-e Begangi\u003c\/i\u003e, in 2011. One more volume of his work, containing all his uncollected and still unpublished poems is being compiled. He died on April 12, 2008, in Karachi.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2013\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 14px;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #a52a2a;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"availOrange\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"display: none;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":12467734380625,"sku":"","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Paperback (Signed)","offer_id":12467750469713,"sku":"","price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/light_heavy_bookstore.jpeg?v=1527683289"},{"product_id":"clues-from-the-animal-kingdom","title":"Clues from the Animal Kingdom","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn his fifth collection of poems, Christopher Kennedy sifts through the detritus of the past to uncover the memories, images, and symbols that shape an individual’s consciousness. Looking to animals and their instincts for inspiration, drawing shape from the poet’s Irish Catholic working-class roots, these prose poems transcend grief and depression by seeking humanity’s place in the natural world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eFrom \"Midnight Sundial\"\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMy eleven windows are sheets of ice. A clutter of white spiders runs across the blue shadow of the moon. My shadow is lost in their shadows. Time can't see itself in the mirror. I sleep inside my own head, a shame substitute for sunrise when I wake and wonder where I am. It will be raining, and I will be late for everything. The hills are plumb tonight in the curse-kiss of absence, in rain spore and lamp shadow. A million furnaces in melancholy galaxies burn out where suicides outnumber births, land of the dead where expediency trumps romance. To reach it, I have to swim the depths of all the bottomless seas in my sleep. The only way to reach extinguished stars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eClues from the Animal Kingdom\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"A haunting, complex, and very beautiful book. Kennedy has a deep understanding of American longing and the inevitable losses associated with that longing, and, because he is a powerful artist, is able to make from that loss a wonderful victory: this moving portrait of the human heart examining itself.\" \u003cstrong\u003e—George Saunders \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Singular and deeply pleasurable. Christopher Kennedy’s prosetry is a lonely anarchic nation-state unto itself, half vacation funspot, half eerie purgatorial layover. There is joy and dread here, in every carefully considered line, and evidence of a brain committed to giving shape to the thoughts we keep in a small box, on the top shelf, of our darkest, dankest closet.\" \u003cstrong\u003e—Dave Eggers\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch5\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePublication Date: September 25, 2018\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003ch5\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN: 978-1-942683-64-3\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h5\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2018\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":12201989963857,"sku":"9781942683643","price":17.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/Animal_Kingdom_FC.jpg?v=1532521315"},{"product_id":"the-strange-god-who-makes-us","title":"The Strange God Who Makes Us","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn exploration of memory, mourning, and humanity’s precarious relationship to the Anthropocene,\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e Christopher Kennedy’s \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Strange God Who Makes Us \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003edocuments our fragile relationship with time and the imperfect ways in which we document our lives. These prose poems written by one of the form’s masters, serve both as attempts to preserve and honor the past and as a call to action to ensure an inhabitable planet for future generations.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Strange God Who Makes Us\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI haven’t read a book of prose poems in a long time that I would call a ‘classic,’ but \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Strange God Who Makes Us\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e certainly deserves that praise. It’s a book only a master of the genre could write.” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Peter Johnson, author of\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhile the Undertaker Sleeps: Collected and New Prose Poems\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“In this deft and wildly sophisticated new collection, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Strange God Who Makes Us\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, the poet notes, of the dead commenting about the living, ‘they are touched by\/the ghosts of every hand that ever held them’ —an observation, it seems, one might apply to the author himself, or rather his exquisitely attuned memory. 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