Crush (Yale Series of Younger Poets) (Paperback)

by Mr. Richard Siken (Author), Louise Gluck (Foreword) "Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again..." (more)

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"An explosive, frantic splash of language and imagery.... Richard Siken writes a pulsing, rambling, surrealistic, and cinematic verse...." -- Maureen Picard Robins, Rain Taxi

"Siken’s debut collection derives its energy from the friction among bodies, selves, and lovers.... This book will... be long remembered." -- Library Journal --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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"Vital, immediate, and cinematic in scope, [Siken''s] verse offers sharply observed vignettes of longing, love, and pain."-Library Journal (Best Poetry of 2005) (Library Journal ) --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

• Paperback: 80 pages
• Publisher: Yale University Press (April 11, 2005)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0300107897
• ISBN-13: 978-0300107890
• Product Dimensions: 7.3 x 5.4 x 0.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars See all reviews (17 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #53,752 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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32 of 39 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Phenomenal Collection, May 22, 2005

By	C. Dale Young "Poetry Editor, New England Review" (San Francisco, CA United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I just finished reading Richard Siken's Crush, the recent Yale winner. It is a phenomenal book. And I don't say that lightly. What strikes me the most about this book is the absolute command of the line Siken has. That might sound like mumbo jumbo to some, but his lines seemed guided both by cadence and by rational thought. Add to this a hauntingly dark, brutal, violent landscape and what you get is something absolutely memorable. At times, Siken's poems are pure lyric, love lyrics, but always there is the grit to ground such poems.

These are poems with speakers who want desperately to understand what is going on around them, want to explain them. But time and time again, the poems demonstrate that we are incapable of ever really recounting experience with any real degree of faithfulness.

And gorgeous, these poems are. I am glad there are poets like Louise Gluck out there judging book contests because the world needs books like this one. It is easily one of the best first books published in the last decade. It heralds the arrival of a stunning new voice. I will be anxiously and "faithfully" looking for Mr. Siken's work in the future.

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5.0 out of 5 stars One of the best books I've read this year., October 11, 2007

By	Robert P. Beveridge "xterminal" (Cleveland, OH) - See all my reviews (TOP 50 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

Richard Siken, Crush (Yale, 2005)

When I compile my list of the ten best reads of the year, I have no doubt whatsoever that Richard Siken's first book, Crush, will be on that list, possibly at the top. I could stare at the cover for hours-- a close-up of a mouth, and a hand, thumb wet with blood, or perhaps motor oil. It fits perfectly with the contents of the book, which are clingy, suffocating, obsessive, and uniformly brilliant. Louise Gluck writes in her introduction that "[f]or a book like this to work, it cannot deviate from obsession (lest its urgency, in being occasional, seem unconvincing)...". She is, of course, correct; how obsessive can you be if you are not constantly turning your obsession over in your mind or your hands? And Siken provides a picture of obsession that is hauntingly pure.

"...Your name like
a song I sing to myself, your name like a box
where I keep my love, your name like a nest
in the tree of love, your name like a boat
in the sea of love-- O now we're in the sea of love!
Your name like detergent in the washing machine.
Your name like two Xs like punched-in eyes,
like a drunk cartoon passed out in the gutter,
your name with two Xs to mark the spots,
to hold the place, to keep the treasure from
becoming ever lost. I'm saying your name
in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on
the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal
covered with frost, your name like a music that's
been transposed..."
("Saying Your Names")

There is something not right about this, and it's obvious from even a cursory read. In the hands of many (perhaps most) other poets, a passage like this would come off sappy-sweet. Siken makes it distressing, darkening it until finally the reader is trapped there in the pit with him, for no matter how dark this collection gets (and this is the tip of the iceberg), there is always that seductive, lilting quality to Siken's lines that never quite lets the reader go, even long after the back cover is shut.

This is one for the ages. *****

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Beautiful Violation, November 15, 2006

By	Jason Marvel (Palmer, AK United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Richard Siken's Crush is urgent, its voice an aggressive invasion. From the first sentence of his first poem, the reader engages death, love, and longing. "Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again" (3). There are no subtleties here, only language that literally forces the reader to engage the writing and the beauty of the rhythm on the page. It is in this language and rhythm that Siken develops a very tight and eloquent structure.

Siken's voice is consistent throughout the collection - at times raw, uninhibited, escaping the clothed bitter aftertaste of conventional language and in other parts soft, rhythmic, alliterative, and safe. "The Dislocated Room" is crafted in just such a manner. It begins on a beautiful evening where it would seem all is at peace:

It was night for many miles and then the real stars in the purple sky,
like little boats rowed out too far,
begin to disappear.
And there, in the distance, not the promised land,
but a Holiday Inn.
(46)

But the dislocation begins. The reader quickly peels back the layers of the poem and finds something sinister and raw in a Holiday Inn somewhere, anywhere in America.

This is the in-between, the waiting that happens in the
space between
one note and the next, the part where you confuse
his hand with the room, the dog
with the man, the blood
with the ripped up sky.
He puts his hands all over you to keep you in the room.
( 47)

The sky is no longer purple with stars "like little boats rowed out too far" but violated, filthy, stained.

Yet, what still pulls the reader further inside the poetry is Siken's use of "you". We feel a part. It's as if an anonymous ghost haunts the page and Siken continually addresses it. We welcome this ghost and, eventually, feel that when Siken uses "you" he is speaking directly to us, the reader.

In "Boot Theory", for example, Siken uses repetition to provide a certain structure. "A man walks into a bar and says:" (20). These are simple words, simple declarative statements, but what follows, explores, crosses boundaries, creates an invasion of sorts, and seeks to develop the ghostly "you".

You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich,
and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you
and he keeps kicking you.
You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don't work.
Boots continue to fall to the floor
in the apartment above you.
(20)

It isn't the repetition of "A man walks into a bar and says" that is attractive about this particular poem, but rather the repetition of "you" because it allows the reader to walk into the poetry and become its words. Towards the end, the man in the bar becomes "you" and the transition completes itself - the reader sees a man in a bar, "you" take him home, but then eventually "you" become him, sad and alone. The eloquence is in the fact that the repetition gives the reader an attachment and forces them to react emotionally to Siken's poetry.

Crush, then, is a gripping portrayal of what can happen when a poet unclothes, determined to write not for audience approval, but for the sake of expression, voice, and self. It is because of this nakedness that the reader reacts emotionally to the text, draws meaning from this aggressive invasion of the psyche and walks away feeling they have experienced a beautiful violation.