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May 8, 2018 @ 7:30 pm - 9:00 pm UTC+0Free
Matt Miller reads from his new poetry collection, The Wounded for the Water. Also featuring readings by Mario Chard and Peter LaBerge.
Praise for The Wounded for the Water
“Matt W. Miller’s The Wounded for the Water is a horrific, undulating, beautiful, sublime lesson on the art of drowning, the wonder of living, and the scars that act as memory. You will have no choice but to dive into this meditation, and you will have no choice but to go deep. Miller’s portrait of masculinity is a lyrical homage to the survived and resilient, to the learned and unlearned, a prayer for the departed. Like so many hurricanes, Miller teaches us that sometimes you’re left with nothing, and that is the moment when you can choose to be reborn or continue holding your breath.”—Willie Perdomo author The Essential Hits of Shorty Bon Bon, finalist for the National Book Critics Circle award
“The reality of drowning, and the powerful metaphor of it, inform Matt Miller’s lyrical muscular new collection. Although water, violent or not, is often the book’s setting, these relentless poems explore the pain and perils of tenderness , of friendship, our physical and moral vulnerability, the challenges of loving and being loved. As Miller puts himself at risk again and again, his poetry grabs me by the throat, breaks my heart, even makes me laugh—and, oddly, gives me hope.”—Gail Mazur, author of Forbidden City
“One needs read only a poem or two in Matt Miller’s The Wounded for the Water to sense we’re in the hands of a poet with tremendous control. There are musical moments so lush I hear echoes of Hopkins, coupled with a tender directness and images of clinical grit. Whether he’s offering the straight dope on the different suits boys try on as they audition for manhood, or meditating on what the rain can and can’t wash away, Miller takes us time and again to the moment, as children, when the force of the world struck us, and we were left to examine the mark.” —Michael Bazzet, author of Our Lands Are Not So Different