{"product_id":"jagadakeer-apology-to-the-body-paperback-softback-9781496240125","title":"Jagadakeer: Apology to the Body (Paperback \/ softback) 9781496240125","description":"\u003cfont face=\"Georgia\"\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"6\"\u003eJagadakeer: Apology to the Body\u003c\/font\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"4\"\u003eLory Bedikian (Author)\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e9781496240125, University of Nebraska Press\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003ePaperback \/ softback, published 1 September 2024\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e118 pages\u003cbr\u003e22.9 x 15.2 x 1.2 cm, 0.192 kg\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\"Bedikian's \u003ci\u003eJagadakeer \u003c\/i\u003eserves as a bellwether. It announces and denounces our fears and some of our most innermost pain with prescient beauty and rare honesty. The poet can rest now, she has delivered to us a true incantation.\"-Christopher Atamian, \u003ci\u003eEVN Report\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e \u003cdiv\u003e“\u003ci\u003eJagadakeer: Apology to the Body\u003c\/i\u003e is a capacious lyric narrative of emigration, of history, of interiority, polyglot, with a memory reaching as far as Aleppo and as near as today’s biopsy results.”-Marilyn Hacker, author of \u003ci\u003eCalligraphies: Poems\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e \u003cdiv\u003e“Lory Bedikian has created a monument of rage in facing the march of calamities against a life. That list of constant misfortune begins with her family displacement from a homeland, the multiple poverties of a refugee existence, through each parent’s loss. Each loss of an identity displaces the voice of the narrator, within time, between persons, even dismantling emotion. Is it the mother or daughter speaking; against each other, or in a rage of love for each other? Is it the caregiver or the patient who rages against the illness’s damage to love? This kind of shapeshifting allows varieties of poetic form, all engaged in this consistently coherent polemic of rage. How deeply and broadly this rage can inform a life. \u003ci\u003eJagadakeer\u003c\/i\u003e’s world will be very disconcerting-yet rewarding-to readers of this exquisitely composed work.”-Ed Roberson, winner of the PEN\/Voelcker Award for Poetry and author of \u003ci\u003eTo See the Earth Before the End of the World\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e \u003cdiv\u003e“Bedikian’s poems speak to what becomes ‘the ritual of tears,’ of the long trip to America, ‘the east coast’s cold,’ its ‘stifled air of small apartments.’ In this book she declares herself the daughter of a people who suffered and sang, worked and wept, speaking the language they remembered in. And so the daughter remembers for them, giving them a voice, and us a smudged window through which to see the burning world. A consummate craftsperson, Bedikian writes lushly, with power and force, creating images we cannot unsee. Open this book and read her poem ‘Before the Elegy, Speak to Her,’ and see what I mean.”-Dorianne Laux, author of \u003ci\u003eOnly As the Day Is Long\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e \u003cdiv\u003e“Clear-eyed and beautiful, the poems in Lory Bedikian’s \u003ci\u003eJagadakeer: Apology to the Body\u003c\/i\u003e navigate a generational inheritance of trauma and anger with unflinching awareness, tenderness, and sharp-edged humor. I encourage you to read this collection from front to back, as the opening sections lay the foundation for a tremendous exploration of the interior of a life. There is so much hard-earned wisdom throughout, with a speaker that tells us ‘laughter is not happiness\/\/ after all, but the machinery of the body undoing anger,’ and ‘Don’t love\/\/ what I say because you think you should. Love\/ what you hear because it makes you\/\/ question everything.’ I love what this book has to say and ‘I want everyone to stand up to choir it out. Even the dead.’”-Brian Turner, author of \u003ci\u003eHere, Bullet\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Goodbye World Poem\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e \u003cdiv\u003e“The poems are necessary and compressed, often couplets. Nothing here is excessive, except life. The poet is fully mature and brilliantly accomplished. The tragedy of immigration, and its necessity, are defined with precision and passion. Diseases are diagnosed by needle biopsy. Conditions have names as sonorous as Armenian. The poems look forward and backward, always led by language. They transfer states of mind into space travel. They ponder similarities between a dead tooth and a dead parent. And always they speak what we must hear. ‘Self-pity can be poetry,’ Bedikian notes. ‘Show me one death that is a complete sentence.’ I need this book and think you will, too.”-Hilda Raz, author of \u003ci\u003eLetter from a Place I’ve Never Been: New and Collected Poems, 1986–2020\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eWinner of the Raz\/Shumaker Prairie Schooner Book Prize in Poetry\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eJagadakeer: Apology to the Body\u003c\/i\u003e presents the voice of a daughter of immigrant parents, now gone, from Lebanon and Syria and of Armenian descent. In this five-part testimony Lory Bedikian reconstructs the father figure, mother figure, and the self. Using a sestina, syllabics, prose poems, and longer poetic sequences, Bedikian creates elegies for parents lost and self-elegiac lyrics and narratives for living with illness. Often interrupted with monologues and rants, the poems grapple with the disorder of loss and the body’s failures. Ultimately, Bedikian contemplates the concept of fate, destiny (jagadakeer), and the excavation of memory-whether to question familial inheritance or claim medical diagnoses.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e\u003cp\u003e Ode to Their Leaving \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eHiereeg \u003c\/i\u003e[means \u003ci\u003efather \u003c\/i\u003ein Armenian] \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Meditation on Fractured Vertebrae\u003cbr\u003e Father dreams of Gibran\u003cbr\u003e Theorizing Vahan’s Departure\u003cbr\u003e Psychosomatic disorder\u003cbr\u003e Chaparral\u003cbr\u003e If only he had written his refugee song\u003cbr\u003e WHEN YOU ARE WRITING YOUR FATHER’S HEADSTONE\u003cbr\u003e The Tooth is Dead \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eMiereeg \u003c\/i\u003e[means \u003ci\u003emother \u003c\/i\u003ein Armenian] \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Before the Elegy, Speak to Her\u003cbr\u003e Fragments of Melancholy from Those Rooms, Those Rooms\u003cbr\u003e Broccoli\u003cbr\u003e The pharmaceutical that killed my mother\u003cbr\u003e Syllabics for My Mother\u003cbr\u003e Zevart, Ode to Joy\u003cbr\u003e Fragment\u003cbr\u003e Sestina, as my mother cooks\u003cbr\u003e Another word for bitterness is ache \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eYehs \u003c\/i\u003e[means \u003ci\u003eI\u003c\/i\u003e in Armenian] \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Apology to the Body\u003cbr\u003e Looking at the MRI Six Years Later\u003cbr\u003e Beloved Denial\u003cbr\u003e Ode to Illness: rant in the form of monologue\u003cbr\u003e Hypochondria\u003cbr\u003e Needle Biopsy\u003cbr\u003e Optic Neuritis\u003cbr\u003e I make love to my lesions\u003cbr\u003e Defining 50 Lesions\u003cbr\u003e Partial Tubectomy Revisited\u003cbr\u003e Harmonic Implications on Daylight Saving Time\u003cbr\u003e Manifesto \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e In Lieu of an Epilogue \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e When Your Mother Dies During a Pandemic\u003cbr\u003e Pandemic Tally: At Odds with May\u003cbr\u003e Longevity: part pseudo-memoir, part commentary\u003cbr\u003e Flare-Up: Week Eleven, Twelve\u003cbr\u003e Lexicon\u003cbr\u003e The Disease in Me May Be a Demigod After All\u003cbr\u003e Ability\u003cbr\u003e My Shaking Hand Will Not Determine My Fate\u003cbr\u003e To have a backbone can also mean to have spunk \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Jagadakeer: In Remission \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e 1. History\u003cbr\u003e 2. Exam\u003cbr\u003e 3. Technique\u003cbr\u003e 4. Comparison\u003cbr\u003e 5. Findings\u003cbr\u003e 6. Impression: \u003ci\u003ewithout contrast\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 7. Impression: \u003ci\u003ewith contrast\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Acknowledgments \u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\u003c\/font\u003e","brand":"University of Nebraska Press","offers":[{"title":"Brand New","offer_id":52695467524376,"sku":"9781496240125","price":13.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/freshlyprintedbooks.co.uk\/products\/jagadakeer-apology-to-the-body-paperback-softback-9781496240125","provider":"Freshly Printed Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}