{"title":"Featured","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"apostle-of-desire","title":"Apostle of Desire","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePulitzer Prize finalist and one of America’s most revered military veteran writers, Bruce Weigl brings readers face-to-face with our country’s legacy of violence, the suffering of combat PTSD, and what it means to be truly haunted.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTaking its cue from James Wright’s goal to write, “the poetry of a grown man,” the poems in \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e juxtapose the peace and comfort offered by the natural world with the bruising intensity of manmade violence. These sudden tonal shifts express a vulnerability and extremity of feeling that strips audiences’ own emotions bare, leading readers to question their roles as bystanders and consumers of violent media.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn sharing his intertwining feelings of love and shame for both country and self, Weigl places readers into the role of the watcher and opens a window into the traumas of the Vietnam War and life’s daily battles with PTSD. The honesty of Weigl’s poetry exposes the ghosts of pain while still witnessing the glories of love, nature, and his ongoing experiences with the rich daily life of contemporary Vietnam.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eReaders will face the solitude of regret and the hopeful pursuit of redemption—remembering the past and looking toward the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Bruce Weigl’s 15th collection of poetry, \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e, reminds me what people were feeling in 1968, blood in our streets and in the streets of Vietnam, where your brother, father, son—or you—faced deadly combat. Weigl was an 18-year old Ohio soldier who saw and participated in unshakable human damage. He became, afterward, the preeminent poet of the experience Americans have tried for decades to dodge. From the start, his poetry’s love of country, and outrage at our failed national morality, echoed Whitman and Melville; the shock and despair those giants turned into art, their pleas for the future. \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e is Bruce Weigl’s chronicle of how one veteran has carried on a singular postwar détente, including intense and multiple returns to Vietnam and years spent engaging its culture, life, citizens, shrines, dreams, and especially poets, translating and publishing them in the US, marrying the two languages as redemption. His stories of how it felt to come home a pariah and a hero, depending on who was talking, compose a hard misery that has not yet ended, but his mature poetry becomes a celebration of Vietnam’s rivers, mists, flowers, hand-holding lovers, children, and abundant and joyful human-ness. Weigl’s poems are—make no mistake—tough, unflinching, and demanding in his quest for self-reclamation. That’s what our country trained him to be. But what most stands out in \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e is a kind of holiness like the songs of monks, and that barbed, witty, lonesome knowledge only deeply examined experience provides. Whitman’s. Melville’s.  I think \u003cem\u003eApostle of Desire\u003c\/em\u003e is what poet James Wright meant when he said he wanted to write the poetry of a grown man. This complex, serious book is about American conduct. It is grown-up and splendid.” \u003cstrong\u003e—Dave Smith, Pulitzer Prize finalist and author of\u003cem\u003e Hunting Men: Reflections on a Life in American Poetry\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eLoving the Thái Bình River Ghosts \u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI know this Hồ Chí Minh City \u003cbr\u003erain \u003cbr\u003eis no different than rain anywhere else\u003cbr\u003eonce you get right down to the rain-ness of things,\u003cbr\u003ealthough it falls from the sky\u003cbr\u003eacross the south China Sea \u003cbr\u003ein drops as large as rice bowls.  I know\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eeven this far from home there are ghosts, \u003cbr\u003ebut the dead all speak the same language. 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In one section of the book, we follow the speaker “back home” after years of separation; later, we encounter a series of parables in the form of an Arabic abecedarian, through which the speaker recovers parts of her mother tongue—invoking personal and communal histories marked with the \u003cem\u003elongue durée\u003c\/em\u003e of empire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003ecome from\u003c\/em\u003e investigates what is deeply interior while reaching toward the world with tenderness and generous attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003ecome from\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e“Here, janan alexandra makes audible something ancient about poetry, that it courses through our anatomies, through the larynx and out the mouth: ‘girl makes \/ her tongue a slab of meat \/ between rows of teeth. \/ th!, th!, th! : \/ sound of feet \/ slicing through snow.’ Listen to the smallest gestures of the hand on paper: in the orthography of an aleph is an animate world wound with centuries of violence and wonderment.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong style=\"font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong style=\"font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e—Carolina Ebeid, author of \u003cem\u003eDauerwunder, a brief record of facts\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“\u003cem\u003ecome from\u003c\/em\u003e arrives, it seems to me, in the footsteps of the cats, of the great Etel Adnan, of the worn \u0026amp; sun-hot stone. Wisdom. Vision. What a dream to find this sound, to reach \u0026amp; reach again for janan alexandra’s brilliant, steadfast attention – each phrase an altar of life, a route to past-language. Question, exclamation, sorrow, memory. I am more alive to read this poet’s every light \u0026amp; dark.” \u003cstrong\u003e—aracelis girmay, author of \u003cem\u003ethe black maria\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Quietly gorgeous, these poems awaken me. The alive of the language: ‘the wind sweeps my head, suddens my wonder’ ('Ars Poetica,' a perfect gem of an unrhymed sonnet). This is a book of tenderness and generosity. 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Yet Girmay insists on the communal, shared understanding of death\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThrough this masterfully written poetry collection, centered on the materiality of memory and remembrance, we connect with that which exists at the other side of perception.  Aracelis Girmay creates territories of simultaneity and convergence, while pondering death as a communal experience.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAt last, we have a collection of poetry that talks about death in our intimate language of affections.” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Mayra Santos-Febres, author of \u003cem\u003eLa otra Julia\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem\u003eBoat People\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“…is liturgy, is prayer, is\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eGREEN OF ALL HEADS\u003c\/i\u003e, for the living and for the dead; for the quotidian and for the extraordinary.  Precipitated by the unexpected transition of her father to the realm of the Ancestors, the poet Aracelis Girmay decodes the Great Code that is poetry to bring to the ‘smallest bone of (our) ear’ the single memory that is love, fecund in its singularity. 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