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    Heliopause
    Heliopause
    Heliopause
    Ebook94 pages52 minutes

    Heliopause

    By Heather Christle

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    Heather Christle's stunning fourth collection blends disarming honesty with keen leaps of the imagination. Like the boundary between our sun's sphere of influence and interstellar space, from which the book takes its name, the poems in Heliopause locate themselves along the border of the known and unknown, moving with breathtaking assurance from the page to the beyond. Christle finds striking parallels between subjects as varied as the fate of Voyager 1, the uncertain conception of new life, the nature of elegy, and the decaying transmission of information across time. Nimbly engaging with current events and lyric past, Heliopause marks a bold shift and growing vision in Christle's work. An online reader's companion will be available.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWesleyan University Press
    Release dateMar 9, 2015
    ISBN9780819575302
    Heliopause
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    Heather Christle

    Heather Christle is the author of the poetry collections The Difficult Farm, What Is Amazing, Heliopause, and The Trees The Trees, which won the Believer Poetry Award. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, London Review of Books, Poetry, and many other journals. She teaches creative writing at Emory University in Atlanta.

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      Book preview

      Heliopause - Heather Christle

      A Perfect Catastrophe

      To have stood midfield among the vast and livid green

      and never heard the grasses take their vow of silence

      is experience, not evidence, and meanwhile clouds descend

      and buffer light. When did I arrive? I recall it came on

      slowly as a fever as a poem is a communicable please.

      What’s in charge here is the scattered light all over

      and how it pulls my very blood into my hands

      until they graph a fat what the sun likes holding

      and some dumb mutter good and nails me to the bone.

      Disintegration Loop 1.1

      ▪ for William Basinski

      In seeking to resolve a conflict

      between two parties

                  one can assume

      each believes it is acting

      in good faith

        just as the hopeful

      gravel waits for your rough step

      ▴

      The only way to be truly alone

      is for there to be nothing

      not even myself

      ▴

      In looping you rephrase after listening

      to what the person has to say

      what the person had to say

      and having the new words affirmed

      you wait and listen again

      ▴

      Myself the eager magnet

      for another to address

      ▴

      Maybe I should think this a spiral

      a loop that gets closer

      a loop that will not close

      ▴

      To make nothing

      draw a circle

      around what isn’t there

      ▴

      I found a note I left in the corner

      of a part of the poem we rarely used

      If you ever feel trapped

                      it said

      this is where to escape

      ▴

      But legally I owe you nothing

      I owe you at least that much

      ▴

      Like being haunted by the spirit of the letter

      ▴

      I remember my teacher’s story

      of two teenagers who died in a blizzard

      trying to stay warm

                 and the tailpipe

      blocked with snow

      so I always check

      but it still happens

                just yesterday

      a man’s young son in what the

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