A sharp, visceral new collection of poetry that touches on art, history, sex, bodies, language, and the color pinkThe sack of Rome,The siege of Florence.The lights twinkle pink in Fiesole.Pink furls, pink buds.Wet pink veiny hearts in spring.Pink can mean so many things.Sylvie Baumgartelโs Pink moves from the shadow of the Ponte Vecchio to a mission church in Santa Fe, from Daily Mail reports to a photograp ...Full description
A sharp, visceral new collection of poetry that touches on art, history, sex, bodies, language, and the color pinkThe sack of Rome,The siege of Florence.The lights twinkle pink in Fiesole.Pink furls, pink buds.Wet pink veiny hearts in spring.Pink can mean so many things.Sylvie Baumgartelโs Pink moves from the shadow of the Ponte Vecchio to a mission church in Santa Fe, from Daily Mail reports to a photograph of a girl from Tierra del Fuego, from a grandmotherโs advice (โDonโt go to Smith and donโt get fatโ) to legs wrapped around โa man who calls me cake.โBaumgartel, a poet of fierce, intimate, wry language, delivers a second collection about art, history, violence, bodies, fear, pain, reckoning, and transcendence. The poems travel back to the historical, linguistic, and emotional sources of things while surging forward with a stirring momentum, creating a whirlwind of birth and destruction.