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Elegy OwedThese lush poems depth and dimension Hicok’s work is memorable because of the new vistas it creates” The Washington PostWords have weight in Hicok’s poems They feel nailed in place and the meter hits like the sure pounding of a hammer Yet as heft muscle and precision draw you forward Hicok evokes not solidity but rather shifting ground flux metamorphosis and most arrestingly most unnervingly death In his seventh collection Hicok builds startling images out of the everyday and the surreal the comic and the sorrowful Avoiding abstraction and pretension he cleaves to earth skin breath –Donna Seaman Booklist“Hicok’s poems in Elegy Owed are like boomerangs; they jut out in wild associative directions yet find their way back to the root of the matter” Publishers WeeklySeamlessly miraculously Hicok's judicious eye imbues even the dreadful with beauty and meaning The New York Times Book ReviewWhen asked in an interview “What would Bob Hicok launch from a giant sling shot” he answered “Bob Hicok” Elegy Owed Hicok’s eighth book is an existential game of Twister in which the rules of mourning are broken and salvaged and “you can never step into the same not going home a. Elegy with liesThis lost person I loved Loved for a hundred yearsWhen I find her Find her in a forest In a cabinunder smoke and clouds shaped like smoke When I find herand call her name nothing and knock nothingand build a machine that believes it’s God and the machinecalls her name nothing and knocks nothingWhen I tear the machine down and she runs from the cabinpointing a gun at my memories and telling meto leave stranger leave man of hammersWhen I can’t finish that story When I get to the gunpointed at my head When I want it to go offWhen everything I say to anyone all day longis bang That would be today When I can’t use her nameAll day long Soft as cotton tender as kiss BangOI’m thinking I watched a man and his son holding hands as they crossed a parking lotlast night thinking I was moved by the root or lifeboat or ladder of the father’s arminto the life of the son the root or labyrinth of his arm as they moved at the paceof the child whose walking still bore signs of the womb of being wobbly water and I wantedto reverse my vasectomy on the spot and have a child with the moon I wish there were a wordthat was the thing it was the word of that when I said sun I could be sun all of it in my mouthburning you might think and be so marvelously right about praise that you open your doorone day and the day walks in and stays for yearsElegy to hungerThere’s a strain of cannibalismI admire A beloved has died A holehas been dug to be filled or a boat draggedacross a mile of silence to burnupon the forgetfulness of water One personor twenty stand at the hole or the boat the body stares through closed eyes The bodyturning gray filling with clouds with a rainthat will last until flood One persontakes a bite and means it not a nibblebut a devotion we are locustsafter all Then the othersuntil the body is clothedwith unspeaking ghostsof mouths the body an absencebearing absences The bite The soulThe swallow Eating the hoursshe filled the shadow she cast And II should have

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Elegy Owed free read ☆ E-book, or Kindle E-pub ô National Book Critics Circle Award finalist“ Elegy Owed is a fluid absorbing new collection Hicok gives readers unexpected conjunctions and oddly offbeat thoughts most darkly whimsical and has us embrace them wholeheartedly If he can survive the scary carnival that is this world we Gain twice” His poems are the messenger at the door the unwanted telegram telling a joke imparting a depth of longing returning us finally to a different kind of normality where “the dead have no ears no answering machines that we know of still we call” There is grief in these poems though it is a grief large enough for odd awakenings and the unexpected a grief enlarged by music color and joy as well as sober wisdom“Hicok is funny as hell in Blake’s sense of the infernal irreverent anarchic undeceived His bracing ill humor is a vehicle for outrage longing tenderness and a shy cynicism that is the necessary counterbalance to a tenacious sense of hope He is one of our premier anatomists of contemporary American life and a wildly refreshing necessary poet” Mark DotyBob Hicok is one of the most active poets writing today and his poems have appeared widely including in The New Yorker and Poetry His honors include the Bobbitt Prize from the Library of Congress and a Notable Book of the Year from Booklist Hicok has worked as an automotive die designer and a computer system administrator and is currently an associate professor of English at Virginia Tech He lives in Blacksburg Virgini. You know how people always ask a poet who their favorite poets are Well I have an easy enough answer there Bob Hicok has been on my list for years I first heard his work at an off site reading at AWP Chicago and I was instantly hooked by his intelligent yet emotionally charged poems As I've said before there's no reason we all can't have a little fun even though we are writingreading poems I adore Bob's sense of humorHe does things with poems that are euivalent to magic tricks he surprises me in ways I never thought poems could Almost every line is a turn of phrase that delights me That I wish I had written It’s hard even to make a list of my favorite moments in this book because there are so many Some of my favorite moments“My heart is coldit should wear a mitten”“Each poem a breathnailed to nothing”“When everything I say to anyone all day longis bang”“You open your doorand the day walks in and stays for years” “my life the only thing that has been with memy whole life”“The rain is pregnant with a shapeexactly like you”“Women are likely to wear gardens”“ Where else could you fit the sky but the sky”“the sun is doing meth on the other side of the world”“When the wind died there was a moment of silencefor the wind”“Then I buried a phone Then the ground rang Then I answered the ground”“when you stand before a painting in a museum for as long as you hopesays something good about you”“I thought the tree had climbed the boy”“I have been the calendar called Monday Monday Monday”“I have treated the afterbirth better than my child”“No apologizing for the rudeness of bombs”“In all other skies this cloud is a lie”Years ago Bob was even kind enough to send me some work to publish in Superstition Review

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National Book Critics Circle Award finalist“ Elegy Owed is a fluid absorbing new collection Hicok gives readers unexpected conjunctions and oddly offbeat thoughts most darkly whimsical and has us embrace them wholeheartedly If he can survive the scary carnival that is this world we can too Highly recommended for a wide range of readers” Library Journal starred review“Bob Hicok is one of my favorite poets Partly it’s the movement of his lines which are both conversational and utterly unexpected almost as if he or we are joining a conversation that extends beyond the framework of the poemAnd then there’s his unrelenting vision a sense of the world as both utterly real and utterly elusive and heartbreaking because we have to die Death is at the center of Hicok’s writing not in a maudlin self pitying way but rather as a vivid presence infusing everything even the deepest moments of connection with a steely sense of loss” David Ulin reviewing Elegy Owed in the Los Angeles Times“This gorgeous collection Elegy Owed spans the landscape of loss with unexpected leaps and ripples as if someone has skipped stones across a lake Wordplay subtle humor and unexpected moments of hope give. I liked best that Hicok's poetry is uirky Just looking at the cover showing a photo of himself with an ear to the ground listening for the dead Hicok below puts you in the right frame of mind Inside you discover it's an appropriate image for poems which seem to be about mourning There are elegies here and odes and they segue into an elegy ode and finally to an elegy owed before they say goodbye These poems are both funny and sad