{"product_id":"double-going","title":"Double Going","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn \u003cem\u003eDouble Going\u003c\/em\u003e, Richard Foerster's tightly chiseled poems are rife with a doubling of images and motifs that reappear like musical phrases sounding in different contexts. The title speaks to the dual nature of love and anger that a son feels toward his father. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eDouble Going\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"With the formal virtuosity that has always marked his work, Richard Foerster turns his gaze to the conundrum of childhood trauma, the stain of the past, our instinct sometimes to erase it, sometimes to brandish it—a tattoo. It is the doubleness of desire itself, finally—bodily and psychological—in which a thing can be 'luminous: because of what is ruined.' \u003cem\u003eDouble Going\u003c\/em\u003e casts a light as slant with wisdom as it is pitched with grace.\" \u003cstrong\u003e—Carl Phillips\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlba\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe thought grinds against\u003cbr\u003ethought, improbable brew:\u003cbr\u003ehe, an Italian in silk,\u003cbr\u003ethe Forum choked with the rush-\u003cbr\u003ehour, waspish buzz of Rome.\u003cbr\u003eYet love was there. —My eyes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eopen on layered heights, \u003cbr\u003etwinned histories—petty\u003cbr\u003eand imperial: He strode\u003cbr\u003ebeside me, barrel-chested\u003cbr\u003eat forty-six, his voice \u003cbr\u003eintimate, like leaves at dawn.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":null,"offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8418319301,"sku":"1-929918-17-8","price":17.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/file_43.jpeg?v=1527683211","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/products\/double-going","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}