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Ends of the Earth: Poems
Ends of the Earth: Poems
Ends of the Earth: Poems
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Ends of the Earth uses the landscape of Alaska as a testing ground for love and elegy. It is a poetry collection that contains both lyric responses to the urban Alaska environment and extended sequences that cycle between autobiography, mythic allusion, and the literary archive. In her work, Kate Partridge combines the fresh perspective of a newcomer with explorations of the landscape and lifestyles through allusions to classic literature.

While the poems turn an inquisitive, contemporary lens to the subject of Alaska, elements throughout the book are influenced by twentieth-century writers like Elizabeth Bishop and Marianne Moore. The manuscript also combines personal experience with collaged material from the Epic of Gilgamesh, Walt Whitman's notebooks, and other classic sources, to investigate the ideas of love, isolation, and location. Through humor and observation, Partridge takes a new look at what it means to live in urban Alaska and the world at large.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 15, 2017
ISBN9781602233331
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    Ends of the Earth - Kate Partridge

    ENDS OF THE EARTH

    When Siduri saw Gilgamesh coming up the road,

    she locked the door and went to the roof:

    her inn, despite his protests. Imagine:

    she’s washing the cups, setting them

    one by one in the wooden rack; pots cleaned

    for that day, at least; gulls shredding

    the last scrap of meat from the stew

    tossed in the yard. Tonight, a glass of wine

    by the fire, by the shore, perhaps; perhaps

    with a guest, but ideally alone, humming

    some melody she can’t label as minor,

    but dark as vinegar, or desire.

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    My old GPS doesn’t work in Alaska, so I’ve reverted to paper maps, which I love: their soft rustle, the requirement that you have at least a general sense of geography before using

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