{"product_id":"caw","title":"Caw","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIn passionate poems about sin, obsession, and mortality—an artist’s infatuation with a doll, an interspecies relationship, an ex-lover whose presence lingers in recipes, ecclesiastical birds, and a sex toy holding a loved one’s ashes—Waters delivers impeccably crafted narratives infused with his signature lyrical gestures.\u003c\/strong\u003e At the book’s core is a sequence of twenty-five poems on aging, dementia, and caregiving, chiseled phrase by phrase toward unflinching and memorable closure. \u003ci\u003eCaw\u003c\/i\u003e is a brilliant, intimate and moving addition to Waters’s body of work and may be his most powerful collection yet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003ePraise for Michael Waters\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“He tempers in his latest collection a delight in wit and wordplay with a rigorous prosodic training honed and refined throughout a long and distinguished career… A voluptuary of style… Michael Waters is the ablest poet of an able generation.” \u003cb\u003e—Floyd Collins, \u003ci\u003eThe Gettysburg Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThe Dean of Discipline\u003c\/i\u003e’s absorbing subject is the making of art, showing and teaching us a poet’s meticulous and raucous devotion so that we gain a sound and sense of how poems are, in fact, created… Waters’s work assumes a divine erotic presence even in his most harrowing poems.” \u003cb\u003e—Judith Vollmer, \u003ci\u003eThe Georgia Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“The consistency of his work over the past thirty years has contributed greatly to American letters, and his unique voice within the poetry world illuminates, with precision and clarity, the intricate nature of the human condition.” \u003cstrong\u003e—Esteban Rodríguez, \u003ci\u003eAmerican Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Waters stands among the best American poets writing today.” \u003cb\u003e—Roberto Bonazzi, \u003ci\u003eSan Antonio Express-News\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eOne Caw\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAgainst the snow they’re silhouettes,\u003cbr\u003eThese crows, how many hundreds\u003cbr\u003eBurdening branches, these\u003cbr\u003eBlunt-scissors-\u0026amp;-construction-paper\u003cbr\u003eKindergarten cut-outs, these\u003cbr\u003eRorschach blots, sloppy calligraphy,\u003cbr\u003eOr jagged wounds, the sky torn,\u003cbr\u003eBut not political, if that’s possible.\u003cbr\u003eThen a blast scatters the murder\u003cbr\u003e\u0026amp; any direction they flee is wrong.\u003cbr\u003eSmoke on the hillside. The soldier\u003cbr\u003eStares, rifle tensed on one shoulder.\u003cbr\u003eHe’s looking me over, wondering who I am.\u003cbr\u003eI’ve seen this scene in films, Russian novels,\u003cbr\u003eOld Master oils, Pathé newsreels.\u003cbr\u003eOr on CNN—smoke in the city,\u003cbr\u003eSchoolchildren scattered among rubble—\u003cbr\u003eIf that’s possible—or blue sky, shade trees,\u003cbr\u003eSuburban sprawl. The police car stops.\u003cbr\u003eThe boy stares. How many hundreds.\u003cbr\u003eOne caw, then silence.\u003cbr\u003eSomething horrible about to happen.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":32082494488657,"sku":"9781950774128","price":17.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/Caw_FC.jpg?v=1587558090","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/products\/caw","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}