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Hank
Poems.
Destruction of Man
Willie Nelson sang for Farm Aid and it didn't work: this won't either: yet this is a book: a book about farming and a family man and a familiar county--stung body; stung land--as told by a tweaked-to-warble farm machine that ate a human arm, and the chicken ate what's left, and the hawk ate what's left, and then the hawk died of old age.
Mark
This Guide reads the Gospel of Mark as a first-century CE story about Jesus, for his followers, and against tyranny or the abusive use of power. First, the book examines how the Gospel uses the form of a traditional laudatory biography (a 'Life') to reshape the memory of the shame-ridden trials and suffering of Jesus. Such a biography portrayed Jesus' descent (as a son of God), his deeds, and his heroic death, dispelling any notion that the teacher Jesus was a charlatan or huckster. Second, by examining how the Gospel devotes so much space to Jesus' training of his disciples-as he calls, commissions, and corrects them in preparation for the difficult moments of their journey-, this Guide als...
Ashagalomancy
Poetry. For over a decade, Abraham Smith has been pouring out into the night of American poetry a brilliantly made, variegated song. Smith's jangling, brainy, tonically surprising and lyrically cornucopic work is undoubtedly influential but ultimately inimitable. In this his fourth book, Smith confects an entire mythic system, singing into existence a universe made of the ruins of the last one, whatever's lying around the yard. ASHAGALOMANCY shows us the poet at the height of his powers, a poet of reach, tenderness, ambition, a gimlet eye and a vatic voice. "towards his day job so much trip stiffness / until one warms into the working / and then it's like swimming and then it's like milking ...
Whim Man Mammon
Poetry. "If Frank Stanford got up from the dead to slam (and slammed to win), what he would say might well resemble the poems in WHIM MAN MAMMON. That said, Abe Smith's got his own lizard thing going on here: No resurrection required. This is deft work--and hefty work (as in big and as in bag)--that squeezes gallon after gallon of the 21st century's natural and cultural detritus into one marvelous sack of song. To my mind, it's the most useful writing from a Wisconsinite since Joe Garden's window signs at Badger Liquor. There is no higher compliment"--Graham Foust.
Tears of Abraham
The first Civil War was the bloodiest conflict in American history–but the second civil war is worse. When Texas secedes from the Union, Henry and Suzanne Wilkins are as broken as the rest of America. They are breaking up, hurting, and longing for a way to make it right. Then Henry's clandestine counter-terror unit is ambushed and they must get home, crossing the bleeding country, hunted by the relentless and powerful Directors who will stop at nothing to prevent him from revealing the conspiracy that triggered the war. From the snow-swept slopes of the Rocky Mountains, to mangrove swamps deep in the Everglades back-country, Henry and Suzanne must protect what they love, facing terrible truths about themselves and those they trusted most. They are America–flawed and betrayed–but worth fighting for.
Dear Weirdo
A long poem.
Bear Lite Inn
A wild and gorgeous book, a song about rural Wisconsin, weaving scraps of memory, voices heard and overheard, with precise observation of the phenomenal world. Bear Lite Inn sings beauty back into a part of the world that art and literature have largely ignored.
Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer
Poetry. "Abraham Smith carries greatness like a splinter in the lining of the heart. He carries it like a poison drunk up in infancy, a bone shard that traveled from a smashed rib or a flint of exploitation that was planted there by a bad friend or a wasted economic system. Yet music pours from Smith like blood, cheap wine, car-radio and bird song. Abe is an ecstatic, standing outside himself and singing to himself, the whole pulling- apart yet encapsulated pageant of Keats' Nightingale played out in the person of one poet." Joyelle McSweeney"
