New work from one of the most compelling and transformative writers of the contemporary prose poem What is it to feel nostalgia, to be skeptical of it yet cleave intently to the complex truths of feeling and thought? In a series of 64 gorgeous, ramifying, unsettling prose poems addressing late-twentieth- and twenty-first century experience and its discontents, The Ruins of Nostalgia offers a strikingly original exploration of the misunderstood phenomenon of nostalgia as both feeling-state and historical phenomenon. Each poem, also titled The Ruins of Nostalgia, is a kind of lyrical mini-essay, playful, passionate, analytic. Some poems take a location, memory, conceit, or object as their theme. Throughout the series, the poems recognize and celebrate the nostalgias they ironize, which are in turn celebrated and then ironized again. Written often in the fictional persona of the first-person plural, The Ruins of Nostalgia explores the rich territory where individual response meets a collective phenomenon. [sample poem] The Ruins of Nostalgia 13 Where once there had been a low-end stationery store minded by an elderly beauty queen, there was now a store for high-end espresso machines minded by nobody. Where once there had been an illegal beer garden in a weedy lot, there was now a complex of luxury lofts with Parisian-style ivory façades. Where once there had been a bookstore and a bike shop and a bakery, there was now a wax museum for tourists. Where once there had been an empty lot there was now a building. Where once there had been an empty lot there was now a building. Where once there had been an empty lot there was now a building. Where once there had been an empty lot there was now a building. Where once there had been farms there were now subdivisions. Where once there had been subdivisions there were now sub-subdivisions. We lived in a sub-subdivision of a subdivision. We ourselves had become subdivided―where once we had merely been of two minds. * Where once there had been a river there was now a road. A vocal local group had started a movement to break up the road and "daylight" the river, which still flowed, in the dark, underneath the road. * Could we daylight the farms, the empty lots, the stationery store, the elderly beauty queen, the city we moved to? Was it still flowing somewhere, under the luxury lofts, deliquescing in the dark, inhabited by our luxury selves, not yet subdivided, because not yet whole? * Could we daylight the ruins of nostalgia? "Melodious, sly and rich in essayistic wisdom, The Ruins of Nostalgia is a credit to the [prose poem] genre."―Alexander Wells, Berliner "Donna Stonecipher is rigorous, historical and formalshe returns us―critically, ambivalently, sensuously―to the beautiful, in all its deserved distress."―Maureen N. McLane, London Review of Books "Donna Stonecipher is a strange, dark, deeply nuanced and undersung poet whose work I have loved for many years. These new prose poems meditate quietly on the collective and individual longing for the past, which Stonecipher calls 'only a recurring dream of never arriving.' Essayistic, utterly vulnerable and sobered by recent events, Stonecipher wonders whether 'looking forward was actually, depending on your standpoint in history, looking backward, or the reverse.' In disorienting times, why not make disorientation beautiful?"―Craig Morgan Teicher, NPR, "Books We Love" "Inventive, existential, and delightful company."―Maya Popa, Publishers Weekly, "The First Books You Should Read in 2024" "Beautiful and arresting"― Publishers Weekly "Circulating in an economy yet sunk deep within the individual's mind, its objects impossible to recover but never truly gone, nostalgia thrums with a beguiling tension. By harnessing the musicality of this tension, Stonecipher has written an immensely rich and powerful work."―Jane Yager, Seneca Review "Donna Stonecipher's latest collection, her sixth, may just be her best yet. And that's saying something about a prose poet widely considered one of the boldest and deftest contemporary innovators of the form. Long before this collection was published, poet John Yau raved about it in Hyperallergic . Reading it now in this handsome edition from Wesleyan, it's easy to see why. Each poem, a single prose paragraph, invites the reader into a state of attention not unlike a dream, or a hallucination, where every detail is sharp and clear enough to be real even as it dissolves right in front of you."―Joshua Mensch, Body Literature "In her new book, Donna Stonecipher addresses a more than usually complex notion of nostalgia."―Bruce Whiteman, Hudson Review "The prose poems read like spells."―Janani Ambikapathy, The Poetry Foundation "This deeply intelligent book is a work of emotional and intellectual archeology revealing the changes wrought on two cities by the not-so-invisible hand of the market. Reading it, we see a bit of what Benjamin's Angel of History must see a