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3 Summers

3 Summers

by Lisa Robertson
Categories: Poetry
Paperback : 9781552453308, 96 pages, October 2016
Ebook (PDF) : 9781770564817, 250 pages, October 2016
Ebook (EPUB) : 9781770564800, 250 pages, October 2016
Ebook (MobiPocket) : 9781770564824, 250 pages, October 2016

A grappling with time, form and embodiment.

Recite your poem to your aunt.
I threw myself to the ground.
Where were you in the night?
In a school among the pines.
What was the meaning of the dream?

Organs, hormones, toxins, lesions: what is a body? In 3 Summers, Lisa Robertson takes up her earlier concerns with form and literary precedent, and turns toward the timeliness of embodiment. What is form's time? Here the form of life called a poem speaks with the body's mortality, its thickness, its play. The ten poem-sequences in 3 Summers inflect a history of textual voices – Lucretius, Marx, Aby Warburg, Deleuze, the Sogdian Sutras – in a lyricism that insists on analysis and revolt, as well as the pleasures of description. The poet explores the mysterious oddness of the body, its languor and persistence, to test how it shapes the materiality of thinking, which includes rivers and forests. But in these poems' landscapes, the time of nature is inherently political. Now only time is wild, and only time – embodied here in Lisa Robertson’s forceful cadences – can tell.

‘Readers seeking resolutely playful intellectual experiments will find in Robertson “the juiciness and joy of form.”’
Publishers Weekly

‘Great poets create poems that teach you how to read them, and that is the case with Robertson … there is apparently nothing that won’t fit in a Robertson poem and sound better for its arrival there.’
Los Angeles Review of Books

‘Robertson proves hard to explain but easy to enjoy ... Dauntlessly and resourcefully intellectual, Robertson can also be playful or blunt ... She wields language expertly, even beautifully.'
The New York Times

‘Robertson makes intellect seductive; only her poetry could turn swooning into a critical gesture.'
The Village Voice