Description
The Generation of Forms boasts a cover photo of a striking art piece by Ohioan Kevin Eberhardt, the coloring of which is complemented by a heavy, goldenrod-colored cardstock insert.
The book contains 23 poems printed in Century Old Style font on 36 crisp, white, textured pages, matching the white textured cardstock cover. The intriguing titles of the poems reach out and pull you to them with blue-eyed wonder: "An Epiphany of Circumstance" and "The Generation of Forms" and "Fog Fog Fog" and "Touching My Bones" and "In the Rigging: Tears Began to Fall." Wagner's landscapes call forth tales of glory and heartache, of grace and storm, of giants and birds. In "The Fire Chairs," Wagner writes
The ends of my fingers burst
Into flame. One, two, three,
Four, five. I stand outside the house.
The giant storms have begun again.
They walk on legs made of lightning,
Thousands at a time. The night stinking
Of ozone and the wettest of heat.
And in "Guided by Voices," he writes
Burned into the flesh
But never showing as brands,
Cold sparks coming from the mouth
Like a child's friction toy.
We sit inside our skeletons,
An electricity of energy flowing through us,
Firing desire, rooms of actions and reactions.
Wagner guides us through his rooms, gently holding our hands but never allowing us to turn from the terrible beauty of seas and seasons, of flame and fog. And in the end, we "find love bursting from every heart."
The Generation of Forms is available now, for only $10 plus $2 shipping!
(For orders outside the U.S., please contact us at nightballetpress@gmail.com)
The book contains 23 poems printed in Century Old Style font on 36 crisp, white, textured pages, matching the white textured cardstock cover. The intriguing titles of the poems reach out and pull you to them with blue-eyed wonder: "An Epiphany of Circumstance" and "The Generation of Forms" and "Fog Fog Fog" and "Touching My Bones" and "In the Rigging: Tears Began to Fall." Wagner's landscapes call forth tales of glory and heartache, of grace and storm, of giants and birds. In "The Fire Chairs," Wagner writes
The ends of my fingers burst
Into flame. One, two, three,
Four, five. I stand outside the house.
The giant storms have begun again.
They walk on legs made of lightning,
Thousands at a time. The night stinking
Of ozone and the wettest of heat.
And in "Guided by Voices," he writes
Burned into the flesh
But never showing as brands,
Cold sparks coming from the mouth
Like a child's friction toy.
We sit inside our skeletons,
An electricity of energy flowing through us,
Firing desire, rooms of actions and reactions.
Wagner guides us through his rooms, gently holding our hands but never allowing us to turn from the terrible beauty of seas and seasons, of flame and fog. And in the end, we "find love bursting from every heart."
The Generation of Forms is available now, for only $10 plus $2 shipping!
(For orders outside the U.S., please contact us at nightballetpress@gmail.com)
Book Details
Format
Paperback
Pages
36 pages
Language
English
Published
Jan 30, 2016
Publisher
NightBallet Press
ISBN-10
1940996856
ISBN-13
9781940996851