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Four Weathercocks
by Cassandra Cleghorn
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FOUR WEATHERCOCKS
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Four Weathercocks by Cassandra Cleghorn
Paperback Publication Date: Spring 2016 78 Pages ISBN13: 978-1-934851-62-3 USD $15.00 + Shipping
The landscapes of Four Weathercocks are charged with the wills and desires of humans who move “through marsh and sinuous burrow,” taking the measure of moments, working together or at cross-purposes. These places are at risk: In one poem a subterranean fire tracks a tree’s root system, in another the shore is coated in crude oil — and domestic interiors are no less hazardous. The poet does what orienteering is possible, using every sense and sound. . |
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About the Author, Cassandra Cleghorn
Cassandra Cleghorn’s poems have appeared in journals including The Paris Review, Yale Review, Seneca Review, Prairie Schooner, Western Humanities Review, Southwest Review and, most recently New Orleans Review and Poetry International.
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Reviews
“A musical ear and fearless vocabulary; an intelligence that thinks naturally in metaphor; happy, expectation-busting flights of thought and image: Cleghorn applies these gifts to the personal losses and communal disasters of real life. ” — Robert Pinsky
“Throughout Cleghorn’s debut collection, the poet flings herself into her poems as Hopkins did, with an abandon trued by the “muscle memory” that comes of mastering her craft. Myth, memory, and close observations of the natural world where sap flows “unsentimental” are continually subsumed into each other. . . . Sound moves dazzlingly through these lines, its source the cave "where we lodge our griefs," the poet's chest a resonant instrument. ” — Lee Sharkey
“Let’s consider wind a force as internal as it is external, that there is a spiritual wind as surely as there is an elemental one. Thinking so might be prerequisite work to hear Cleghorn’s granular, singular, creaturely music and the world to which it gives score. ” — Dan Beachy-Quick
“Not merely celebratory, not simply deep: this poetry takes joy as a practice, learns holiness in every fold and bend of the body, finds rapturous new form where anger and hurt do their dark work. Poet Cleghorn observes so deeply she seems to possess extra senses, like an insect’s compound eyes, or the intense perceptivity and agility of hairy feelers, but this voice doesn’t go a line without its full and expansive humanness, exposing the truth that Art, Paradise, Void, Love, are all made of natural stuff. ” — Brenda Shaughnessy
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Readings
Monday, March 28, 2016 7:00 pm Chaucer’s Bookstore 3321 State Street Santa Barbara CA
Monday, May 16, 2016 7:00 pm Water Street Books 26 Water Street Williamstown MA
Thursday, July 7, 2016 7:00 pm Collected Poets Series Mocha Maya’s Coffee House 47 Bridge Street Shelburne Falls, MA
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