{"product_id":"two-signatures-paperback-softback-9781647691868","title":"Two Signatures (Paperback \/ softback) 9781647691868","description":"\u003cfont face=\"Georgia\"\u003e\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"6\"\u003eTwo Signatures\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\"\u003eSara Ellen Fowler (Author)\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e9781647691868\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003ePaperback \/ softback, published 24 June 2024\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e88 pages\u003cbr\u003e27.9 x 21.6 x 2 cm, 0.454 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“Declaring to 'believe in the horizon only,' Sara Ellen Fowler in this extraordinary debut continually looks outward, looks at the spaces in between--the spaces both perceived and beyond our grasp. In stunning lyrics that are both eclogue and elegy, that are built from barrel races, FFA jackets, and brushfires leaping the lanes of freeway, Fowler engages a poetics of natural and supernatural means. But 'could language be altar enough'? Working in portraiture, in plein air, in ekphrasis, Fowler finds solace somewhere between the visual and the verbal, finds sustenance and beauty--poem after gorgeous poem--within attentive and exquisite forms where even the horse’s hoof holds the 'private archive of the ride.'” - Brandon Som, author of \u003ci\u003eTripas\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In language carried on air, in the cellular material of generations, each poem in \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e traces its source invisibly across the spine of another. The poems work inside the body with an explicit sensual, grave, and rare haunting. They settle inside first like a bridge from one life to the next but soon as a fractured web of one life to the many and the many to the impossible count. The poems piece back from their hard light the scattered, the unspooled, the untethered and the strange, taking incident and moment into a terrible, godly reunion.” - Asher Hartman, artist and theater maker\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The images and questions presented in \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e will haunt you in the best way. Fowler is a genius at articulating the mysterious experience of being a body among other bodies--what it means to touch, to be touched, to be pulled apart by the world around us. These poems challenge the borders and boundaries of language, invoking moments of transcendence in vignettes of horses, fields, and lovers. This collection speaks in a voice both idiosyncratic and beautiful as we witness the interior landscapes of a curious and longing mind unfold before us.” - Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, author of \u003ci\u003eI Don't Want to Be Understood\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Internal severance certainly compels these staggering poems to the page, yet this book is no mirror. Sara Ellen Fowler’s insight arrives from other worlds fraught with schism: Eros both fuses and flees. Art might guide or banish you. Some endings that hold were mistakes. Far from a book of despair, \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e gathers wisdom from paradox, gathers in both body and mind a yes to the pained hope that 'One cannot be made whole the same way twice.'” - Katie Ford, author of \u003ci\u003eIf You Have to Go\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e “In \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e, Sara Ellen Fowler writes a body-forward poetry, meaning its twin foci are its obligation to the bodies of words and its obligation to animal bodies, human and otherwise. It is a poetry that glorifies bodies honestly, as one hears in the music and attentiveness of lines like, ‘tip toes up up to loop the belt to try to get their neck up to it,’ and ‘cat head on the lawn the impossible red the overcast red.’ It is a poetry that doesn't settle for beauty, but aims for the sublime--it is a poetry that is Fowler's own, meaning, as is the case with all singular poetries, in it the world is seen for the first time.” - Shane McCrae, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Many Hundreds of the Scent\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sara Ellen Fowler’s debut collection, \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e, sculpts a private language from the exquisite heat of longing and bewilderment. 'I am listening with my skin for her,' Fowler writes, and later commands, 'Hurt me \/ like this: let me \/\/ know your teeth as dearly as \/ I study my mother.' Allied with Dickinson’s measure of knowing, Fowler’s lyrics alter my temperature, like physical touch, culminating in a sensual decapitation. Yes, as Fowler writes, 'love has taken us down \/ word for word.' Yes, this book is a gift of intimacy and transformation made tangible in its reaching. An extraordinary debut--highly recommended.” - Allison Benis White, author of \u003ci\u003ePlease Bury Me in This\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/font\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp align=\"justify\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003eIn \u003ci\u003eTwo Signatures\u003c\/i\u003e, Sara Ellen Fowler initiates her readers into a synesthetic contract of close attention and deep feeling. From the wood floor of an art museum buckling with Lake Michigan moisture, to the mud-packed hooves of the horse of childhood, to an art student’s spit on a pane of mirrored glass, the poems’ images string together a necklace of exquisite longing. Pleasures and complexities of sensory experience lay the ground for a world where risk is rewarded and candor is sensual. The poet explores registers of desire and power, drawing upon her training as a visual artist to make a studio of language. Temperature and texture gain grammar as the poems reach toward awe via multivalent psychology, sex, and sculptural interventions. These poems invite readers to explore the vulnerability and insistence that mark one’s devotion to any creative practice.\u003c\/font\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\r\n\r\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cfont size=\"3\"\u003e\u003cul\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eGood Mare\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e I. WARNING STARS\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Glassell Park\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e The Cutters\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e I do not comprehend the current traveling\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Window\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Lithium\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Portrait with water\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Velvet\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Old Paint\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e II. STILL LIFE\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Painted monument in the night of my body\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Reading with Temperature\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e One cannot pray to the horses\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e You come for me\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Engram\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Untitled (daemon)\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Black licorice\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Valentine,\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Night Shirt\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Aloud\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Garnet\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e What I mean by temperature\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e III. A LOOSE EXTENSION OF AN EARLIER MEANING\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [I learn to lick]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [I learn tension]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [Because I am skulled with the thought]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [I learn to prepare the ground]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [stay the gun and tawn-amber]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [Just give me a job]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e [A postcard]\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e IV. \u003cbr\u003eOLD BOND\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e My mother was a barrel racer\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e On the poet’\u003cbr\u003es thirtieth birthday, 1962\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Reading Plath\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Light’\u003cbr\u003es loose skin\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Right After, 1969\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Elegy for Skip Lanz\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Rest\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e Nightjar\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e V. 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