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This superb Pulitzer Prizewinning collection gives voice to failure with a wry, deft touch from one of this country’s most engaging and uncompromising poets. In Failure, Philip Schultz evokes the pleasures of family,marriage, beaches, and dogs; New York City in the 1970s; revolutions both interior and exterior; and the terrors of 9/11 with a compassion that demonstrates he is a master of the bittersweet and fierce, the wondrous and direct, and the brilliantly provocative. Filled with poems of "heartbreaking tenderness that [go] beyond mere pity" (Gerald Stern), Failure is a collection to savor from this major American poet.
solidarity. All because, years ago, the Professor held his nose while passing Joey (who sleeps in the park) and Niagara took immovable umbrage. 8 On the roof, Little, who was big and carried a 100-lb. bag of gravel shingles on each shoulder, asked why I gave a shit about what went on in eighteen-fucking-forty-fucking-eight. I wanted, I said, to understand why fifty revolutions failed around the world all at the same time, to understand something about perfect absolute
After Magdalena Abakanowicz 21 Why 23 My Wife 25 Husband 27 Uncle Sigmund 28 The Amount of Us 30 What I Like and Don't Like 31 Blunt 32 Shellac 34 The Adventures of 78 Charles Street 36 Isaac Babel Visits My Dreams 39 Dance Performance 41 The Traffic 43 The Truth 45 The One Truth 46 Failure 48 The Wandering Wingless 50 Acknowledgments 105 It's Sunday Morning in Early November and there are a lot of leaves already. I could rake and get a head start. The boys' summer
factories of our boys leapfrogging the mountain of us, the devotion, the singing, the burning, the pain, the beginning minus the end of us. What I Like and Don't Like I like to say hello and goodbye. I like to hug but not shake hands. I prefer to wave or nod. I enjoy the company of strangers pushed together in elevators or subways. I like talking to cabdrivers but not receptionists. I like not knowing what to say. I like talking to people I know but care nothing about. I like
like him comes every day, as if to be fascinated by the routines of our ordinariness, to remember a lost, invisible world. Soon he'll leave, utterly slumped, wanting to wake and return to our side of the fence. 8 The thing about dogs is they don't believe they're geniuses (especially the ones who are). They don't withhold judgment, cultivate opinions, mobilize their defects, become paralyzed with nostalgia, or disappear inside their delirium. They offer us, their
voice is the one on the famous milk commercial, prefers nothing. "Nothing is the most respectful tribute to horror and rage," she says. 11 This morning I'm walking a crisp blue Bedlington Terrier named Tallulah, and all the dogs at the run are making a fuss over her. The moment she arrived everyone disappeared. That's the thing about celebrities, no one knows how to exist around them. Everyone is eclipsed. She's giving off such a powerful shimmer everyone has opened up