Kevin Connolly’s four previous poetry books have garnered widespread critical acclaim and awards for their cutting humor, vivid language, and lyricism. Now comes Revolver. A daring marriage of brilliant technical skill and feverish imagination, Revolver features poems that are each written in a different form — “revolving” through various styles while imbuing each with the precise control and sharp wit for which Connolly is noted. This much-anticipated follow-up to drift is both an ideal introduction to this master poet and a worthy successor to his earlier work.
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"Kevin Connolly is definitely not one of the pack. Revolver, his freewheeling fourth collection, is the versatile poet's follow up to drift. . . The 45 poems cycle through a mix of diction and tone, from nonsense verse to restrained elegy. . . . Connolly's work is full of sly jokes, puns and wordplay. . . the entire collection is an entertaining game of words, starting with the table of contents." -- Toronto Star (Metro)
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We're used to a season progressing logically, then, heading south by car, it suddenly makes no sense in reverse: a race from ice to snow, gray earth and nippled trees, pooled water and mud, then the first white blades, seeming to expire when they're really cutting way for flowers. Read the first page Key Phrases - Statistically Improbable Phrases (SIPs): (learn more)
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Front Cover | Table of Contents | First Pages | Back Cover | Surprise Me!
We're used to a season progressing logically, then, heading south by car, it suddenly makes no sense in reverse: a race from ice to snow, gray earth and nippled trees, pooled water and mud, then the first white blades, seeming to expire when they're really cutting way for flowers. Read the first page Key Phrases - Statistically Improbable Phrases (SIPs): (learn more)
collide with darkness, sure what set, yellow umbrella Browse Sample Pages:
Front Cover | Table of Contents | First Pages | Back Cover | Surprise Me!
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