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Andrew Allport

Andrew Allport

Andrew Allport holds a Ph.D in Literature and Creative Writing from the University of Southern California. He is the author of a chapbook, The Ice Ship & Other Vessels, which won the 2008 Proem Press award. His writing has appeared in numerous national journals, including The Antioch Review, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly and Boston Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He lives in Culver City, California.

 

 

the body | of space | in the shape of the human

the body | of space | in the shape of the humanthe body | of space | in the shape of the human

$15.00 paper | 75 pages
ISBN: 978-1-936970-05-6
Publication Date: March 2012
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Winner of the 2011 New Issues Poetry Prize

Andrew Allport’s debut collection is at once intensely personal and urgently civic. It is brilliantly studied in its lyricality and yet, somehow, almost feral in its sustained ferocity. The tonal confidence, elegiac feeling, and belief in the sustaining (if not the transcendent) properties of the lyric make this collection reminiscent of some of the essential
first books of the late century—I’m reminded of Dugan’s Poems, Heaney’s Death of a Naturalist, and Lowell’s Lord Weary’s Castle. This is august company indeed.
        —David Wojahn

Taking its emotional heart from Book VI of Augustine’s Confessions, the body | of space | in the shape of the human sounds a chord of universal loss through the personal, literary, and historical as it moves passionately from Lear and Keats to the creature world of horses, sparrows, and snow plants, refusing to stop, a “baptismal current” hungry and pure that leaves “holes the size of eternity” in the reader’s heart.
        —Mark Irwin

Andrew Allport’s debut collection is a stunning and often heart-breaking accomplishment. From the wrenching series of elegies for his father to the more abstract and philosophical meditations on being and time, he makes certain we are always located in the actual and natural world. With a language both raw and elegant, with poems both dense and sublime, Allport shows us exactly how a Romantic poet writing in the 21st Century finds his way across historical and literary terrain so he might speak to us about our own troubled American moment.
        —David St. John

 

Poem

Sonar

So near the skin you hear the blues,
swimming through your mother’s ken.
There’s the spine’s wisp of smoke
the millimeter crust of bone rests
its globe upon. So far

some clouds obscure the continental body,
a cypress wrapped in fog.
The transceiver sweeps the room,
searching for the little swaddled

drum. When they found my father
buried in his pale cathedral, they said
he was having the time of his life,
that phrase exactly, so nearly true.
And yet. So far

our vision is a sound three times
beyond the highest note, a wave
your bones reflect. A snowy light veils
your face, perhaps a gift from him.

His hands were calm as ice, his eyes
fixed perfect. So near: see the corneas
nearly domed? Which comparison does life begin
I wonder—so near, there’s the pulsing
star, there’s the blizzard.