{"product_id":"in-a-landscape","title":"In a Landscape","description":"\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eExcerpt From \u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eIn a Landscape: I\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“Are you happy?” That’s a good place to start, or maybe,\u003cbr\u003e“Do you think you’re happy?” With its more negative\u003cbr\u003etone. Sometimes you’re walking, sometimes falling. That’s part\u003cbr\u003eof the problem too, but not all of the problem. Flowers out the window\u003cbr\u003eor on the window sill, and so someone brought flowers.\u003cbr\u003eWe spend a long time interested in which way the car would\u003cbr\u003ebest go in the driveway. Is that the beginning of an answer?\u003cbr\u003eSome way to say who we are?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for\u003cem\u003e In a Landscape\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eLike all curious and worried (not neurotic) artists, Gallaher would rather communicate psychically ... but like all of us he has to use words. You can feel it in his sentences, that if you were to actually talk to him he would probably say \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eyou know??\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e a lot. I think it\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es because we all \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003edo know,\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e we just don\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003et know until someone triggers that thing which is the nerve ending that travels to the subconscious and PING! So yeah, maybe I was wrong ... Gallaher is not a writer or a poet, he is a psychic using words to trick us.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Wayne Coyne, The Flaming Lips\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“I have long considered John Gallaher to be one of the most thought-provoking poets of his generation, and \u003cem\u003eIn a Landscape\u003c\/em\u003e is his best book yet. These poems are fidgety and sneaky—engaged with a world of characters, traffic, memories, and perception. But just beneath their deceptively playful surfaces lies real urgency, as Gallaher grapples with the instability of the recollected past, the nature of mortality, and the impossibility of truly knowing the intentions of others. Reading these poems is like listening in on the thoughts of a brilliant mind at work on unsolvable, often existential problems, the poet always peering outward, toward a landscape of autobiography and memory that ‘goes on all night, dotted with little fires.’”\u003cstrong\u003e—Kevin Prufer, author of \u003cem\u003eNational Anthem\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003e[\u003cem\u003eIn a Landscape\u003c\/em\u003e] functions as an extended monologue of varied pitch and range in which the speaker is less concerned with results and technical prowess than the process of speaking (and living) itself . . . Gallaher’s charm and wit, and the project’s breadth, will woo readers.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eLike Whitman, Gallaher celebrates his vast incomprehension of the material world, no matter how big or how small, from \u003cem\u003eBob the Builder\u003c\/em\u003e to John Cage, even as he ambulates to map the mind’s terrain, unsure if the two remain as visibly distinct as traffic lights or stars in space. . . . If you\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003ere looking for answers, Gallaher\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es not going to give them to you. If you\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003ere looking for questions, you\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003eve just stumbled on something great.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Common Good Books\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e About the Author\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eJohn Gallaher is the author of \u003cem\u003eThe Little Book of Guesses\u003c\/em\u003e (2007, Four Way Books), winner of the Levis Poetry Prize; \u003cem\u003eMap of the Folded World\u003c\/em\u003e (2009, University of Akron Press); and co-author, with G.C. Waldrep, of \u003cem\u003eYour Father on the Train of Ghosts\u003c\/em\u003e (2011, BOA Editions). His poetry appears widely in such places as \u003cem\u003eThe Boston Review, The Kenyon Review, Ploughshares, \u003c\/em\u003eand \u003cem\u003eThe Best American Poetry\u003c\/em\u003e. Gallaher is currently an associate professor of English at Northwest Missouri State University, and co-editor of \u003cem\u003eThe Laurel Review\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2014\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8420363845,"sku":"9781938160509","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/inalandscape_bookstore.jpeg?v=1527683279","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/products\/in-a-landscape","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}