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“The poems of Landau’s stunning second collection are dark, urgent, sexy, deeply sad, and, above all, powerful.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review

“Landau’s intimate, lonely poems are profoundly engaged with the experience of the self in its starkest moments: when it is deprived, nocturnal, barely lingual...She creates a deeply erotic and resonant encounter between the lyric I and its solitude.” —The Boston Review

“She is both confessional and direct, like Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg. Her taut, elegant, highly controlled constructions meditate upon yearning and selfhood… Landau reminds us of the nuanced beauty of language as, through their directness, her tight, graceful poems make readers feel as if they spoke only to them.” —Booklist

“These beautiful harrowing poems are new-minted and young, but also age-old, broken and wise. She has found the perfect tone for her ‘city of interiors.’”—Huffington Post

"Hooray for a writer who can weave presence and absence, longing and loss of longing, into a tapestry of language as rich, honest, and compelling as this."—Naomi Shihab Nye

"Landau registers the intensities of the flesh: pleasure, desire, limitation, and, ultimately, disappearance."—Mark Doty

It is "always nighttime" in Deborah Landau''s second collection—a series of linked lyric sequences, including insomniac epistolary love poems to an elusive "someone." Here is a haunted singing voice, clear and spare, alive with memory and desire, yet hounded by premonitions of a calamitous future. The speaker in this "ghost book" is lucid and passionate, even as everything is disappearing.

blame the egg blame the fractured stones
at the bottom of the mind

blame his darkblue glare and craggy mug
the bulky king of trudge and stein

how I love a masculine in my parlor
his grizzly shout and weight one hundred drums

in this everywhere of blunt and soft sinking
I am the heavy hollow snared

the days are spring the days are summer
the days are nothing and not dead yet

Deborah Landau was educated at Stanford University, Columbia University, and Brown University, where she was a Javits Fellow and received a PhD in English and American literature. She co-hosts "Open Book" on Slate.com and is the Director of the NYU Creative Writing Program. She lives in the Soho neighborhood of New York City.


The Last Usable Hour

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      Publisher: Copper Canyon Press,U.S.
      Publication Date: 04/08/2011
      ISBN13: 9781556593345, 978-1556593345
      ISBN10: 1556593341

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      Book Synopsis

      “The poems of Landau’s stunning second collection are dark, urgent, sexy, deeply sad, and, above all, powerful.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review

      “Landau’s intimate, lonely poems are profoundly engaged with the experience of the self in its starkest moments: when it is deprived, nocturnal, barely lingual...She creates a deeply erotic and resonant encounter between the lyric I and its solitude.” —The Boston Review

      “She is both confessional and direct, like Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg. Her taut, elegant, highly controlled constructions meditate upon yearning and selfhood… Landau reminds us of the nuanced beauty of language as, through their directness, her tight, graceful poems make readers feel as if they spoke only to them.” —Booklist

      “These beautiful harrowing poems are new-minted and young, but also age-old, broken and wise. She has found the perfect tone for her ‘city of interiors.’”—Huffington Post

      "Hooray for a writer who can weave presence and absence, longing and loss of longing, into a tapestry of language as rich, honest, and compelling as this."—Naomi Shihab Nye

      "Landau registers the intensities of the flesh: pleasure, desire, limitation, and, ultimately, disappearance."—Mark Doty

      It is "always nighttime" in Deborah Landau''s second collection—a series of linked lyric sequences, including insomniac epistolary love poems to an elusive "someone." Here is a haunted singing voice, clear and spare, alive with memory and desire, yet hounded by premonitions of a calamitous future. The speaker in this "ghost book" is lucid and passionate, even as everything is disappearing.

      blame the egg blame the fractured stones
      at the bottom of the mind

      blame his darkblue glare and craggy mug
      the bulky king of trudge and stein

      how I love a masculine in my parlor
      his grizzly shout and weight one hundred drums

      in this everywhere of blunt and soft sinking
      I am the heavy hollow snared

      the days are spring the days are summer
      the days are nothing and not dead yet

      Deborah Landau was educated at Stanford University, Columbia University, and Brown University, where she was a Javits Fellow and received a PhD in English and American literature. She co-hosts "Open Book" on Slate.com and is the Director of the NYU Creative Writing Program. She lives in the Soho neighborhood of New York City.


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