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By Vijay Seshadri

Winner of the 2014 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry

Vijay Seshadri’s new poetry is guaranteed and specialist, his line as canny as ever. In an array of poetic kinds from the rhyming lyric to the philosophical meditation to the prose essay, 3 Sections confronts difficult divisions of up to date life—a wayward background, an indeterminate destiny, and a gift situation of eager to outthink time. this can be a rare booklet, witty and vivacious, via one in every of America’s top poets.

The long-awaited 3rd poetry booklet through Vijay Seshadri, “one of the main revered poets operating in the USA today” - Time Out New York

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Sing everything depends, depends. A question to the chest returns the hollow sound of the heart repeating itself again, as though that were an explanation. ) Down to the knees, then: musical hinges, a serenade! Alas, it seems you’ve got the knack of genuflecting noiselessly. 57 So it’s up to the head: O head of mine, this is your song. It’s the head calls the tunes, after all, though you can hurt me anywhere.

The INVENTOR keeps his distance as he moves among the MUSICIANS, alternately attentive and distracted. He pauses in his irregular rounds, turns, pauses again, starts to sing: INV. I have an idea: strip out the frets. No rungs or steps. No lets. No ratchets. Unplug the valves. Grease up the slide. Don’t punctuate. Elide. Elide. —What was I saying? Damn violins! 39 The bow runs out. You count your sins. The oboe fails at the end of the breath. —Should be getting home. I think I hear the metronome.

INV. We have been singing together nights for how long now? This dry white throat wells up with ink and in the heat the ink turns smoke and blacks the black 48 between the stars. They’re written there, the words to all the songs we know. The sky’s night is a palimpsest— He steps away, and turns back to face the INVENTION; he is at the periphery of its red light, and his voice is disentangled. —but I don’t remember anything myself. I’m old. I lose the tune. The feeling is so altogether new each time.

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