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Book Æ È Bob Hicok These lush poems depth and dimension Hicok’s work is memorable because of the new vistas it creates” The Washington PostWords have weight in Hicok’s poems They feel nailed in place and the meter hits like the sure pounding of a hammer Yet as heft muscle and precision draw you forward Hicok evokes not solidity but rather shifting ground flux metamorphosis and most arrestingly most unnervingly death In his seventh collection Hicok builds startling images out of the everyday and the surreal the comic and the sorrowful Avoiding abstraction and pretension he cleaves to earth skin breath –Donna Seaman Booklist“Hicok’s poems in Elegy Owed are like boomerangs; they jut out in wild associative directions yet find their way back to the root of the matter” Publishers WeeklySeamlessly miraculously Hicok's judicious eye imbues even the dreadful with beauty and meaning The New York Times Book ReviewWhen asked in an interview “What would Bob Hicok launch from a giant sling shot?” he answered “Bob Hicok” Elegy Owed Hicok’s eighth book is an existential game of Twister in which the rules of mourning are broken and salvaged and “you can never step into the same not going home This book of poems was devastatingly beautiful No other description is suffice Just read it if you dig excellent original poetry

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Download Elegy Owed Reader Í ó Bob hicok ↠ National Book Critics Circle Award finalist“ Elegy Owed is a fluid absorbing new collection Hicok gives readers unexpected conjunctions and oddly offbeat thoughts most darkly whimsical and has us embrace them wholeheartedly If he can survive the scary carnival that is this world we c Again twice” His poems are the messenger at the door the unwanted telegram telling a joke imparting a depth of longing returning us finally to a different kind of normality where “the dead have no ears no answering machines that we know of still we call” There is grief in these poems though it is a grief large enough for odd awakenings and the unexpected a grief enlarged by music color and joy as well as sober wisdom“Hicok is funny as hell in Blake’s sense of the infernal irreverent anarchic undeceived His bracing ill humor is a vehicle for outrage longing tenderness and a shy cynicism that is the necessary counterbalance to a tenacious sense of hope He is one of our premier anatomists of contemporary American life and a wildly refreshing necessary poet” Mark DotyBob Hicok is one of the most active poets writing today and his poems have appeared widely including in The New Yorker and Poetry His honors include the Bobbitt Prize from the Library of Congress and a Notable Book of the Year from Booklist Hicok has worked as an automotive die designer and a computer system administrator and is currently an associate professor of English at Virginia Tech He lives in Blacksburg Virgin You know how people always ask a poet who their favorite poets are? Well I have an easy enough answer there Bob Hicok has been on my list for years I first heard his work at an off site reading at AWP Chicago and I was instantly hooked by his intelligent yet emotionally charged poems As I've said before there's no reason we all can't have a little fun even though we are writingreading poems I adore Bob's sense of humorHe does things with poems that are euivalent to magic tricks he surprises me in ways I never thought poems could Almost every line is a turn of phrase that delights me That I wish I had written It’s hard even to make a list of my favorite moments in this book because there are so many Some of my favorite moments“My heart is coldit should wear a mitten”“Each poem a breathnailed to nothing”“When everything I say to anyone all day longis bang”“You open your doorand the day walks in and stays for years” “my life the only thing that has been with memy whole life”“The rain is pregnant with a shapeexactly like you”“Women are likely to wear gardens”“ Where else could you fit the sky but the sky?”“the sun is doing meth on the other side of the world”“When the wind died there was a moment of silencefor the wind”“Then I buried a phone Then the ground rang Then I answered the ground”“when you stand before a painting in a museum for as long as you hopesays something good about you”“I thought the tree had climbed the boy”“I have been the calendar called Monday Monday Monday”“I have treated the afterbirth better than my child”“No apologizing for the rudeness of bombs”“In all other skies this cloud is a lie”Years ago Bob was even kind enough to send me some work to publish in Superstition Review

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Elegy OwedNational Book Critics Circle Award finalist“ Elegy Owed is a fluid absorbing new collection Hicok gives readers unexpected conjunctions and oddly offbeat thoughts most darkly whimsical and has us embrace them wholeheartedly If he can survive the scary carnival that is this world we can too Highly recommended for a wide range of readers” Library Journal starred review“Bob Hicok is one of my favorite poets Partly it’s the movement of his lines which are both conversational and utterly unexpected almost as if he or we are joining a conversation that extends beyond the framework of the poemAnd then there’s his unrelenting vision a sense of the world as both utterly real and utterly elusive and heartbreaking because we have to die Death is at the center of Hicok’s writing not in a maudlin self pitying way but rather as a vivid presence infusing everything even the deepest moments of connection with a steely sense of loss” David Ulin reviewing Elegy Owed in the Los Angeles Times“This gorgeous collection Elegy Owed spans the landscape of loss with unexpected leaps and ripples as if someone has skipped stones across a lake Wordplay subtle humor and unexpected moments of hope give Play some of them Mahler funereal jams I like the one in 1 where he puts that french nursery rhyme in a minor then throws in some klezmer for the sake of it That scherzo's alright Yakka the play of language supreme Like savant gymnast tykes taking a playground to its furthest limits A line with such a dash us audience readers are like “wow such pretty words and juxtaposed too” And it's nobel enough to poet and do that And I don't like to grunge but after so many poems the poet's talents begin to look like tricks Maybe if this collection wasn't so damn long he could have made it in out his act revealed after too many acts His use of repetition begins to tire These effects take effect perhaps sooner and perhaps with sigh due to the very upfront foreground frontage Poems tell you exactly what they are There's no confusment here no mystery To rope the poet some slack perhaps the kind of bereavement these poems moan to care not for obfuscation The immediacy of death scatters such pretenses Maybe Just how will the talented gymnasts can dance dirges has yet to redifferentiated in the old Processing Plant my mindI shall give the book 4 stars even though I only gave it 3 in the thing