Now we're getting somewhere : poems

A dark, no-holds-barred, and often hilarious collection from a prize-winning poet, veering between the poles of self and world. Kim Addonizio's sharp and irreverent eighth volume, Now We're Getting Somewhere, is an essential companion to your practice of the Finnish art of kalsarikännit—drinking at home, alone in your underwear, with no intention of going out. Imbued with the poet's characteristic precision and passion, the collection charts a hazardous course through heartache, climate change, dental work, Outlander, semiotics, and more. Combatting existential gloom with a wicked, seductive energy, Addonizio investigates desire, loss, and the madness of contemporary life. She calls out to Walt Whitman and John Keats, echoes Dorothy Parker, and finds sisterhood with Virginia Woolf. Sometimes confessional, sometimes philosophical, these poems weave from desolation to drollery and clamor with raucous imagery: an insect in high heels, a wolf at an uncomfortable party, a glowing and self-serious guitar. A poet whose "voice lifts from the page, alive and biting" (Sky Sanchez, San Francisco Book Review), Addonizio reminds her reader, "if you think nothing & / no one can / listen I love you joy is coming." A dark, no-holds-barred, and often hilarious collection from a prize-winning poet, veering between the poles of self and world. Kim Addonizios sharp and irreverent eighth volume, Now Were Getting Somewhere , is an essential companion to your practice of the Finnish art of kalsariknnit drinking at home, alone in your underwear, with no intention of going out. Imbued with the poets characteristic precision and passion, the collection charts a hazardous course through heartache, climate change, dental work, Outlander , semiotics, and more. Combatting existential gloom with a wicked, seductive energy, Addonizio investigates desire, loss, and the madness of contemporary life. She calls out to Walt Whitman and John Keats, echoes Dorothy Parker, and finds sisterhood with Virginia Woolf. Sometimes confessional, sometimes philosophical, these poems weave from desolation to drollery and clamor with raucous imagery: an insect in high heels, a wolf at an uncomfortable party, a glowing and self-serious guitar. A poet whose voice lifts from the page, alive and biting (Sky Sanchez, San Francisco Book Review), Addonizio reminds her reader, " if you think nothing & / no one can / listen I love you joy is coming ." "A no-holds-barred, dark, and often hilarious collection from a prize-winning poet, veering between the poles of self and world. An essential companion to your practice of the Finnish art of kal-sarikännit-drinking at home, alone in your underwear, with no intention of going out-Now We're Getting Somewhere charts a hazardous course through heartache, climate change, dental work, Dorothy Parker, John Keats, Outlander, semiotics, and more. The poems are sometimes confessional, sometimes philosophical, weaving from desolation to drollery. A poet whose "voice lifts from the page, alive and biting" (San Francisco Book Review), Kim Addonizio reminds her reader, "If you think nothing and no one can / listen I love you joy is coming.""-- Provided by publisher