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Book Title

The Rose

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Poems
Author 1
Ariana Reines
Poem Excerpt
Fury is very lustful
A body concealing its heart’s desire
Has a certain texture
A tang or an edge if you will
That the openhearted cannot match
And when exactly does the deceitful
Heart open? At climax.
 
—from “The Hanged Man”
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In The Rose, award-winning poet Ariana Reines navigates the intersection of power and surrender. 

Drawing on the history of “romance” as the troubadours knew it and the titular flower's ancient allegories for sexuality and mystery, Reines plunges into feminine archetypes to explore masculine pain: “I have always liked helpless / & terrible men because they break my mind.” In these poems, inherited ideologies of gender performance are replaced with bold vulnerability: paradoxes of power and surrender transmute the speaker’s understanding of suffering, desire, and the soul. 

The voice in The Rose is wry and bare, approaching the connection between erotic love and spirituality with humor. Investigating war, maternity, violent sensuality, and the role of language in magical acts, Reines is unafraid to uncover the “secret / & terrible shovelings / Of love,” and the result is a bloody and pulsing, sexy and unabashed bloom. 

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List Price
$17.00
ISBN
ISBN
978-1-64445-334-6
Format
Format
Paperback
Publication Date
Publication Date
Subject
Subject
Pages
Pages
96
Trim Size
Trim Size
6 x 9
Keynote
An intimate chronicle of grief and sex from a “go-for-broke artist . . . like no one else” (Ben Lerner)

About the Author

Ariana Reines is an award-winning poet, playwright, and performing artist from Salem, Massachusetts. Her books include A Sand Book, winner of the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. Her play Telephone won two Obies and has been performed internationally.
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Praise

  • “Violence’s iridescent glee hammers down. Sorrow is sorrow. Heterosexual love is seriously interrogated. The mother is dead. The Rose’s exquisite linguistic rendering, gushes wildly with a ferocity (and sometimes a painful, necessary candor). . . . I will be reading this book for the rest of my life.”—Dawn Lundy Martin
  • “In The Rose, suffering is erotic and exhausting. Love is poisonous and miraculous. The world is abject and hilarious. The goddess can breathe life into being but cannot defeat her own sorrows. The Rose is peerless, divine magic. There's nothing in the world like it.”—Jenny Zhang
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