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Wayne Miller

We the Jury

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A boy asks his father what it means to die; a poet wonders whether we can truly know another’s thoughts; a man tries to understand how extreme violence and grace can occupy the same space. These are the questions Wayne Miller tackles in We the Jury: the hard ones, the impossible ones.
From an academic dinner party disturbing in its crassness and disaffection to a family struggling to communicate gently the permanence of death, Miller situates these poems—taut and spare, yet rich in their images and full of unexpected turns—in dilemma. He faces moments of profound discomfort, grief, and even joy with a philosopher’s curiosity, a father’s compassion, and an overarching inquiry at the crossroads of ethics and art: what is the poet’s role in making sense of human behavior? A bomb crater–turned–lake “exploding with lilies,” a home lost during the late-aughts housing crash—these images and others, powerful and resonant, attempt to answer that question.
Candid and vulnerable, Miller sits with us while we puzzle: we all wish we knew what to tell our children about death. But he also pushes past this and other uncertainties, vowing—and inviting us—to “expand our relationship / with Death,” and with every challenging, uncomfortable subject we meet. In the face of questions that seem impossible to answer, We the Jury offers not a shrug, but curiosity, transparency, an opening of the arms.
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32 halaman cetak
Publikasi asli
2021
Tahun publikasi
2021
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    My drama lies entirely … in my being conscious that each one of us believes himself to be a single person. But it’s not true….
    —LUIGI PIRANDELLO
    And whoever makes up the story makes up the world.
    —ALI SMITH
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    I see their final days
    in empty rooms
    in that city
    I left. See
    their days as empty
    rooms I left—
    empty because I left.
  • Menna Abu Zahramembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    She’s gone, but she had a good life, mom said. It’s OK to be sad.
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