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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
‘[W]hat does it mean to crave the land?’ Stephen S. Mills asks in this ambitious book of poems that imbricates 18th- and 21st-century narratives, domestic tension and national strife, profligate sex and the accountability of gay marriage, forms of incarceration and suicide by proxy. In these poems, New England, Texas, Florida, Indiana, and New York cohere into a collective land that produces personal melancholia, an ‘excess of black bile.’ Mills’ precision of language acts as link, as hinge, as community-builder and balm for times when words are Twitter-cheap. We’re starved for truth and Mills knows it. His language doesn’t flinch in poems that live up to his adage, ‘words / are our currency–our lifeline.’
‘Spoiler Alert: We are all monsters, ’ writes Stephen S. Mills in his empathetically explicit Not Everything Thrown Starts a Revolution. Audacious and fascinating, Mills investigates our demons, linking his 21st century speaker to 18th Century Mary Agnes. The two have red hair and ‘a redheaded / temper or so they used to call it.’ They both wind up in prison ‘guilty’ of passion and desire. Mills’ poems expertly balance lyricism, reportage, and a haunting narrative. This is phenomenal book.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
‘[W]hat does it mean to crave the land?’ Stephen S. Mills asks in this ambitious book of poems that imbricates 18th- and 21st-century narratives, domestic tension and national strife, profligate sex and the accountability of gay marriage, forms of incarceration and suicide by proxy. In these poems, New England, Texas, Florida, Indiana, and New York cohere into a collective land that produces personal melancholia, an ‘excess of black bile.’ Mills’ precision of language acts as link, as hinge, as community-builder and balm for times when words are Twitter-cheap. We’re starved for truth and Mills knows it. His language doesn’t flinch in poems that live up to his adage, ‘words / are our currency–our lifeline.’
‘Spoiler Alert: We are all monsters, ’ writes Stephen S. Mills in his empathetically explicit Not Everything Thrown Starts a Revolution. Audacious and fascinating, Mills investigates our demons, linking his 21st century speaker to 18th Century Mary Agnes. The two have red hair and ‘a redheaded / temper or so they used to call it.’ They both wind up in prison ‘guilty’ of passion and desire. Mills’ poems expertly balance lyricism, reportage, and a haunting narrative. This is phenomenal book.