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If there is one poet alive who is able to make even the most mundane things exquistely beautiful, it is Mary Ruefle. While reading this wonderful little book, I was continuously surprised and delighted at Ruefle's words and meditations. I read many of these poems curled up in bed listening to the rain hitting my window and everything felt very right. I recommend the book and the setting highly.
— From Claire
"All day I look at the grass. A woman in a big hat walks by. I sneeze. Occasionally I feel I am being born. At such moments of birth I am seized by a feeling of frightening abundance. There are too many trees in the world. There are too many trees and too many people, far too many people; there is too much shampoo and too much toothpaste, too much pollution, dirt, rocks, and grass--far too much grass. The birds--too many of them fly."
" Mary] Ruefle . . . brings us an often unnerving, but always fresh and exhilarating view of our common experience of the world."--Charles Simic
Fans of Lydia Davis and Miranda July will delight in this short prose from a beloved and cutting-edge poet. Here are thirty stories that deliver the soft touch and the sucker punch with stunning aplomb. Ducks, physicists, detectives, and The New York Times all make appearances.
From "The Dart and the Drill"
I do not believe that when my brother pierced my skull with a succession of darts thrown from across our paneled rec room on the night of November 18th in my sixth year on earth, he was trying to transcend the notions of time and space as contained and protected by the human skull. But who can fathom the complexities of the human brain? Ten years later--this would have been in 1967--the New York Times reported a twenty-four year old man, who held an honor degree in law, died in the process of using a dentist's drill on his own skull, positioned an inch above his right ear, in an attempt to prove that time and space could be conquered . . .
Mary Ruefle's poems and prose have appeared in Harper's Magazine, The Best American Poetry, and The Next American Essay. Her many awards include NEA and Guggenheim fellowships. She is a frequent visiting professor at the University of Iowa, and she lives and teaches in Vermont.