Misadventure (e-bog) af Meier, Richard
Meier, Richard

Misadventure e-bog

90,41 DKK
Misadventure won the inaugural Picador Poetry Prize, and is Richard Meier's first collection. Misadventure is a book about what we learn, and what we refuse to learn: although Meier's poems are often deceptively quiet in their address, the reader will soon discover a poet capable of illuminating the darkest corners of our lives by the very lightest of touches, and an ear simultaneously attuned to…
Misadventure won the inaugural Picador Poetry Prize, and is Richard Meier's first collection. Misadventure is a book about what we learn, and what we refuse to learn: although Meier's poems are often deceptively quiet in their address, the reader will soon discover a poet capable of illuminating the darkest corners of our lives by the very lightest of touches, and an ear simultaneously attuned to the lyric poem and the cadence of real speech. The collection also contains some disarmingly tender poetry on the experience of fatherhood. Misadventure is about all the hope and hopelessness lurking just below the surface of things, in our rooms, tables, coats and gardens - and leaves them enriched and strange, under the transforming eye of a fine new talent.
E-bog 90,41 DKK
Forfattere Meier, Richard (forfatter)
Forlag Picador
Udgivet 29.03.2012
Længde 100 sider
Genrer Poetry by individual poets
Sprog English
Format epub
Beskyttelse LCP
ISBN 9781447213116

Misadventure won the inaugural Picador Poetry Prize, and is Richard Meier's first collection. Misadventure is a book about what we learn, and what we refuse to learn: although Meier's poems are often deceptively quiet in their address, the reader will soon discover a poet capable of illuminating the darkest corners of our lives by the very lightest of touches, and an ear simultaneously attuned to the lyric poem and the cadence of real speech. The collection also contains some disarmingly tender poetry on the experience of fatherhood. Misadventure is about all the hope and hopelessness lurking just below the surface of things, in our rooms, tables, coats and gardens - and leaves them enriched and strange, under the transforming eye of a fine new talent.