{"product_id":"space-struck-by-paige-lewis","title":"Space Struck by Paige Lewis","description":"\"Must-Read Poetry: October 2019\" by Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions “Best Books of 2019,” Book RiotThis astonishing, self-assured debut leads us on an exploration to the stars and back, begging us to reconsider our boundaries of self, time, space, and knowledge. The speaker writes, “…the universe\/is an arrow\/without end\/and it asks only one question;\/How dare you?” Zig-zagging through the realms of nature, science, and religion, one finds St. Francis sighing in the corner of a studio apartment, tides that are caused by millions of oysters “gasping in unison,” an ark filled with women in its stables, and prayers that reach God fastest by balloon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere’s pathos: “When my new lover tells me I’m correct to love him, I\/realize the sound isn’t metal at all. It’s not the coins rattling\/ on concrete, but the fingers scraping to pick them up.” And humor, too: “…even the sun’s been sighing Not you again\/when it sees me.” After reading this far-reaching, inventive collection, we too are startled, space struck, our pockets gloriously “filled with space dust.”\"Online, month by month, I watched it happen: a new genre of poem was emerging, but I had no clue who was responsible. These brainy poems didn't wait to spout off trivia, historical and scientific—'Pavlov Was the Son of a Priest' (a characteristically quotable title) recalls that 'the moon smells like spent gunpowder,' then divulges some smoldering self-knowledge: 'I'm sorry\/I couldn't hide my joy when you said lonely.' .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e. . [T]hese poems were fluent in funniness, retweetably jokey: 'I'm\/\/the vice president of panic, and the president is\/missing.' But once the play subsided, you found yourself moved—unaccountably, almost, until you discovered, reading back up the poem, that even the zaniest elements had several parts to play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat looked like a genre, I soon realized, was all the handiwork of one poet. Their name is Paige Lewis. .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e. . Don't doubt them.\"-—Christopher Spaide, Poetry\u003c\/span\u003e","brand":"Prismatic Pages","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51607510614327,"sku":"11049","price":199.0,"currency_code":"NOK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0843\/3097\/1447\/files\/9781946448446_a0b50e595f6c2a7a8f08f59611cadce9.jpg?v=1769251233","url":"https:\/\/shop.prismaticpages.com\/products\/space-struck-by-paige-lewis","provider":"Prismatic Pages","version":"1.0","type":"link"}