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Product Identifiers
PublisherMcGill-Queen's University Press
ISBN-100773519106
ISBN-139780773519107
eBay Product ID (ePID)2199068
Product Key Features
Book TitleAfterlife of Trees
Number of Pages112 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicCanadian, General
Publication Year2002
GenrePoetry
AuthorBrian Bartlett
Book SeriesThe Hugh Maclennan Poetry Ser.
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.6 in
Item Weight23.5 Oz
Item Length9.8 in
Item Width5.9 in
Additional Product Features
Intended AudienceCollege Audience
Dewey Edition21
ReviewsOn The Afterlife of Trees: "Trees are 'utterly themselves,' Brian Bartlett writes in the title poem of The Afterlife of Trees, and the same could be said of the poet himself, whose textured, learned poems are full of keen observation and deep reverence for the natural world. 'The star-jammed / blackness nearly threw me on my back,' he says in another poem. It is a great pleasure to see that sky, and the world beneath it, through Bartlett's eyes." Carole Glasser Langille, author of In Cannon Cave ----- On Granite Erratics: "For a number of years, and without fanfare, Brian Bartlett has been quietly providing us with some of our best poetry ... No series of review quotations can do justice to the density and nuance, the lush foliation of Bartlett's diction ... This is poetry that is thick and suggestive; its rhythm both subtle and sinewy." Ross Leckie, author of The Authority of Roses ----- "Bartlett's poetry has granite strength and texture and something of an ammonite about it - a sense of connection with history and continuity. There is a tenderness to his poems too which makes them very moving. I find them a constant delight." Barbara Colebrook Peace, author of Kyrie, "Bartlett's poetry has granite strength and texture and something of an ammonite about it - a sense of connection with history and continuity. There is a tenderness to his poems too which makes them very moving. I find them a constant delight." Barbara Colebrook Peace, author of Kyrie, On The Afterlife of Trees: "Trees are 'utterly themselves,' Brian Bartlett writes in the title poem of The Afterlife of Trees, and the same could be said of the poet himself, whose textured, learned poems are full of keen observation and deep reverence for the natural world. 'The star-jammed / blackness nearly threw me on my back,' he says in another poem. It is a great pleasure to see that sky, and the world beneath it, through Bartlett's eyes." Carole Glasser Langille, author of In Cannon Cave
TitleLeadingThe
Series Volume Number11
Dewey Decimal811/.54
SynopsisBrian Bartlett's poems, both pithy and expansive, bridge nature and human society, humour and elegy. Ranging from Buster Keaton films to a miniature Taj Mahal, from a celebration of sloths to an ironic look at the new millennium, from an urban garden to a ferry at sea, these poems tell stories and sing, question and praise., From "The Afterlife of Trees" /Neither sheep nor cows crisscross our lives as much./Trees dangle apples and nuts for the hungry, throw/shade down for lovers, mark sites for the lost,/and first and last are/utterly themselves,/fuller and finer than any letter or number,/any 7 or T. Their fragmentary afterlife goes on/in a guitar's body and a hockey stick, in the beaked faces/up a totem pole and the stake through a vampire's heart,/in a fragrant cheese-board, a Welsh love-spoon,/a sweat-stained axe handle, a giant green dragonfly suspended from the ceiling with twine,/in the spellbinding shapechanging/behind a glass woodstove-door..., From "The Afterlife of Trees" /Neither sheep nor cows crisscross our lives as much./Trees dangle apples and nuts for the hungry, throw/shade down for lovers, mark sites for the lost, /and first and last are/utterly themselves, /fuller and finer than any letter or number, /any 7 or T. Their fragmentary afterlife goes on/in a guitar's body and a hockey stick, in the beaked faces/up a totem pole and the stake through a vampire's heart, /in a fragrant cheese-board, a Welsh love-spoon, /a sweat-stained axe handle, a giant green dragonfly suspended from the ceiling with twine, /in the spellbinding shapechanging/behind a glass woodstove-door...
