Eli Clare’s Soon to be Released New Book, The Marrow’s Telling
20.06.2007[Disclaimer: I co-own HfP.]
Alas, publishing this second book seemed to consume so much time. Thanks to loyal remaining two readers of this blog!
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We are pleased to announce the upcoming release later this summer of our second book The Marrow’s Telling: Words in Motion. A collection of poetry and prose, it spans 15 years, organized not as memoir but as an exploration of how bodies carry history and identity over time. Embracing contradiction and repetition, this work maps itself around embodied experiences of disability, race, gender transgression and transition, abuse, and sexuality.
The book is already soliciting rave reviews:
“Eli Clare works a vital alchemy in these poems. Using the language of the elemental world, he delineates a complex human intersection and transmutes cruelty into its opposite—a potent, lifegiving remedy.” Alison Bechdel, creator of Dykes to Watch Out For and Fun Home
“The Marrow’s Telling is tactile, tangible, penetrating; a soft swirl of muted colors that sneaks in under your guard and leaves a lingering taste in your mouth, rather like woodsmoke or blood.” Raven Kaldera, author of Hermaphrodeities
“Eli’s work detonates inside of you, right to the edges where you balance.” Amber Hollibaugh, author of My Dangerous Desires: A Queer Girl Dreaming Her Way Home
“The Marrow’s Telling trembles with CP and desire, rendered in language both passionate and precise. It is an important book, telling a story—in moments—that the world needs to hear.” Jim Ferris, author of The Hospital Poems and The Enjambed Body: A Step toward a Crippled Poetics.
And now you can have the book sent right to your home at a prepublication discount of 40% ($9 plus shipping). Order now. This offer will end once the book rolls hot off the press. Just follow this link: http://tinyurl.com/2xxp36
Finally here’s a little something to tease you:
“…and in its place we wake, grief
spun to smoke, to mist, to motes of sun,
my hands playing their unsteady beat,
tremor to skin, we wake
the warm hollow center… ”
–from “Two Waters”