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In the Empire of the Air
Britton, Donald. Ed(S): Shepherd, Reginald; Clark, Philip
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Paperback. Editor(s): Shepherd, Reginald; Clark, Philip. Num Pages: 120 pages. BIC Classification: DCF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). .
Described as "dazzling" by Edmund White and as a poet "who has The Gift and delivers The Goods" by Kenward Elmslie, Donald Britton published just one book of poetry, Italy, before his death from AIDS in 1994. A Kind of Endlessness: The Selected Poems of Donald Britton reprints Italy alongside previously unpublished and uncollected poems to display the full range of Britton's fresh, vivid language and subtle humor. It is poetry by turns glamorous, wistful, intellectual, and elegant, the sharp-eyed observations of a penetrating mind lost to the world too soon.
Described as "dazzling" by Edmund White and as a poet "who has The Gift and delivers The Goods" by Kenward Elmslie, Donald Britton published just one book of poetry, Italy, before his death from AIDS in 1994. A Kind of Endlessness: The Selected Poems of Donald Britton reprints Italy alongside previously unpublished and uncollected poems to display the full range of Britton's fresh, vivid language and subtle humor. It is poetry by turns glamorous, wistful, intellectual, and elegant, the sharp-eyed observations of a penetrating mind lost to the world too soon.
Product Details
Format
Paperback
Publication date
2016
Publisher
Nightboat Books United States
Number of pages
120
Condition
New
Number of Pages
120
Place of Publication
New York, United States
ISBN
9781937658441
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V9781937658441
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About Britton, Donald. Ed(S): Shepherd, Reginald; Clark, Philip
DONALD BRITTON was the author of Italy (1981) and the previously unpublished manuscript "In the Empire of the Air." REGINALD SHEPHERD was the author of six books of poetry including Red Clay Weather. PHILIP CLARK is the co-editor of Persistent Voices: Poetry by Writers Lost to AIDS.
Reviews for In the Empire of the Air
"One is led gradually into these poems, which seem so quiet and open at first, like empty streets on the periphery of a city. Soon one realizes that for some time one has been involved in a strong dialectic with Donald Britton's remarkable and inspiring intelligence. By that time it is too late to do anything but enjoy.
John Ashbery "Quick and ever resourceful sentences pull in swerves and pratfalls: where are we? It's the first-person singularity of Donald Britton's longing, and we are pulled there, here, whatever, forever and a day."
Marjorie Welish "Donald slouched and giggled among us, a guy among guys, in an often silly and dizzying era. And here he is, in these exquisite poems
to echo Frank O'Hara, just one of his poet heroes
the center of all beauty. Imagine!"
Brad Gooch "He didn't use words to write a poem. He wrote from inside language - as from inside a mirror or photograph - because he lived there as much as he inhabited the world. Many of the poems are haunted by Britton's awareness that he lived on the cusp of eternity ("sadness surges in, /a passing-windshield light-effect/on the ceiling"). Little did he know that it would grab him so soon."
John Yau "Hyperallergic"
John Ashbery "Quick and ever resourceful sentences pull in swerves and pratfalls: where are we? It's the first-person singularity of Donald Britton's longing, and we are pulled there, here, whatever, forever and a day."
Marjorie Welish "Donald slouched and giggled among us, a guy among guys, in an often silly and dizzying era. And here he is, in these exquisite poems
to echo Frank O'Hara, just one of his poet heroes
the center of all beauty. Imagine!"
Brad Gooch "He didn't use words to write a poem. He wrote from inside language - as from inside a mirror or photograph - because he lived there as much as he inhabited the world. Many of the poems are haunted by Britton's awareness that he lived on the cusp of eternity ("sadness surges in, /a passing-windshield light-effect/on the ceiling"). Little did he know that it would grab him so soon."
John Yau "Hyperallergic"