In Anthony Carelli's remarkable debut, Carnations , the poems attempt to reanimate dead metaphors as blossoms: wild and lovely but also fleeting, mortal, and averse to the touch. Here, the poems are carnations, not only flowers, but also body-making words. Nodding to influences as varied as George Herbert, Francis Ponge, Fernando Pessoa, and D. H. Lawrence, Carelli asserts that the poet’s materials―words, objects, phenomena―are sacred, wilting in the moment, yet perennially renewed. Often taking titles from a biblical vocabulary, Carnations reminds us that unremarkable places and events―a game of Frisbee in a winter park, workers stacking panes in a glass factory, or the daily opening of a café―can, in a blink, be new. A short walk home is briefly transformed into a cathedral, and the work-worn body becomes a dancer, a prophet, a muse. ______ From Carnations : THE PROPHETS Anthony Carelli A river. And if not the river nearby, then a dream of a river. Nothing happens that doesn’t happen along a river, however humble the water may be. Take Rowan Creek, the trickle struggling to lug its mirroring across Poynette, wherein, suspended, so gentle and shallow, I learned to walk, bobbing at my father’s knees. Later, whenever we tried to meander on our inner tubes, we’d get lodged on the bottom. Seth, remember, no matter how we’d kick and shove off, we’d just get lodged again? At most an afternoon would carry us a hundred feet toward the willows. We’d piss ourselves on purpose just to feel the spirits of our warmth haloing out. And once, two bald men on the footbridge, bowing in the sky, stared down at us without a word. "Winner of a 2015 Whiting Award, Whiting Foundation" "Finalist for the 2012 Levis Reading Prize, Virginia Commonwealth University" "[Carelli] is able to write in a way that allows for the sublime and the absurd to come together. But Carelli's free-flowering humour never distracts from his purpose and the ending is masterly. . . . Reading these uncommonly fluent poems is like being on a raft in a fast river. It is rewarding to go with the flow, trust and keep the faith (as Carelli tries to do)." ---Kate Kellaway, The Observer "Carelli’s debut introduces a voice as refreshingly contemporary as it is pleasantly expansive in its subject matter. . . . The results are as elegant and eloquent as they are humane and believable." ― Publishers Weekly "In the symbology of flowers, carnations in general indicate affection. There is no poem entitled 'Carnations' in Carelli's first collection. But affection is its master mood, the affection of a vital young man for the world of his experience. . . . They're real experiences, conducive to mixed feelings, yet Carelli writes of them in language so enlivening and fresh that they become blessings." ---Ray Olson, Booklist "[A] promisingly talented writer." ---Benjamin Ivry, Newark Star-Ledger " Carnations pays homage to the poet's masters and ushers in an exciting new talent. . . . This wonderful collection is as good a guide as they get." ---Piotr Florczyk, On the Seawall blog "This is a magnificent book. . . . Ooh! God bless these poems!" ---Raphael Allison, Rain Taxi Review of Books "Warm, conversational and colloquial." ---Keith Richmond, Tribune Anthony Carelli was raised in Poynette, Wisconsin, and studied at the University of Wisconsin-Madison before completing an MFA in poetry at New York University. His poems have appeared in various magazines, including the New Yorker . He lives in Brooklyn, New York. This is his first book. Used Book in Good Condition