The Places As Preludes [Paperback]

Gustaf Sobin (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: January 1, 2005

Poetry. From one of the foremost poets of his generation comes Gustaf Sobin's latest treasure THE PLACES AS PRELUDES. Of Sobin's poetry, Robert Baker of American Book Review has described it as "a beautiful sunset melody on the edge of silence. ... As we listen to the music of Sobin's language, we experience a pleasure akin to those moments when words and things seem to point unmistakably beyond themselves to the very source of mystery." Other Gustaf Sobin titles carried by SPD include the acclaimed BY THE BIAS OF SOUND and IN THE NAME OF THE NEITHER.

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About the Author

Gustaf Sobin (1935-2005) was born in Boston but lived most of his life in the Provence region of France. Among his many books are AURA: LAST ESSAYS (Counterpath Press, 2008), THE PLACES AS PRELUDES (Talisman House, 2005) and BY THE BIAS OF SOUND: SELECTED POEMS, 1974-1994 (Talisman House, 2005).

Product Details

• Paperback: 76 pages
• Publisher: Talisman House (January 1, 2005)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1584980400
• ISBN-13: 978-1584980407
• Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.5 x 0.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,512,735 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Enigmatic, unique, thought-provoking, and memorable, March 11, 2006

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This review is from: The Places As Preludes (Paperback)

One of the most significant poets of his generation, the late Gustaf Sobin's verse was enigmatic, unique, thought-provoking, and memorable. Pro Lyrica: ...three pebbles/make a path. the least breeze, though, would/tatter the/wafted strands of/this tenuous syntax, dissipate all sense of the comm-//mensurate. wedge, then, to/what if not//these very knuckles. for only there, in taut accretions, might the moon, in all its/octaves, come to/quaver.