| Author: | Liz Tilton | ISBN: | 9781612775708 |
| Publisher: | The Kent State University Press | Publication: | April 15, 2009 |
| Imprint: | The Kent State University Press | Language: | English |
| Author: | Liz Tilton |
| ISBN: | 9781612775708 |
| Publisher: | The Kent State University Press |
| Publication: | April 15, 2009 |
| Imprint: | The Kent State University Press |
| Language: | English |
“A clear, seemingly effortless voice and a special curiosity animate the world Liz Tilton gives us in Salt. And it is a world, ranging from domestic life—loose change, gardening, the intricacies of love—to manatees and the governor of Texas. Discoveries abound. Salt is smart, subtle, and essential.”—Don Bogen
“Never coy or mincing, Liz Tilton’s poems burst open our doors to swagger forth with announcements on their lips, announcements that promise a world that is at once familiar with the ‘houseguests or in-laws’ who threaten to live in our basements (and whose approach is denied), and yet refuses total fidelity to realism, as the speaker continues to rise above us, a ‘cowgirl / hovering above the horehound ground, / leather holsters strapped with a big buckle, / helium riding high on [her] hips.’ The bold, buoyant poems of Salt shimmy ‘up to the mike stand’ to sing our heats in forward and reverse.”—Cate Marvin
“A clear, seemingly effortless voice and a special curiosity animate the world Liz Tilton gives us in Salt. And it is a world, ranging from domestic life—loose change, gardening, the intricacies of love—to manatees and the governor of Texas. Discoveries abound. Salt is smart, subtle, and essential.”—Don Bogen
“Never coy or mincing, Liz Tilton’s poems burst open our doors to swagger forth with announcements on their lips, announcements that promise a world that is at once familiar with the ‘houseguests or in-laws’ who threaten to live in our basements (and whose approach is denied), and yet refuses total fidelity to realism, as the speaker continues to rise above us, a ‘cowgirl / hovering above the horehound ground, / leather holsters strapped with a big buckle, / helium riding high on [her] hips.’ The bold, buoyant poems of Salt shimmy ‘up to the mike stand’ to sing our heats in forward and reverse.”—Cate Marvin
