Anthony Carelli Carnations

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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 cafe-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 PROPHETSAnthony CarelliA river. And if not the river nearby, then a dreamof a river. Nothing happens that doesn't happenalong a river, however humble the water may be.Take Rowan Creek, the trickle struggling to lugits mirroring across Poynette, wherein, suspended,so gentle and shallow, I learned to walk, bobbingat my father's knees. Later, whenever we triedto meander on our inner tubes, we'd get lodgedon the bottom. Seth, remember, no matter how we'dkick and shove off, we'd just get lodged again?At most an afternoon would carry us a hundred feettoward the willows. We'd piss ourselves on purposejust to feel the spirits of our warmth haloing out.And once, two bald men on the footbridge, bowingin the sky, stared down at us without a word.