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What Space
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 What Space This Body may be purchased from your local bookstore, on-line vendors such as Amazon or Barnes & Noble, or directly from the publisher. What Space This Body (2007), 103 pages. ISBN 978-1-893239-73-9, $15.00 Wind Publications 600 Overbrook Dr Nicholasville, KY 40356 Read "Full and
Empty: The Contradiction of Translation" by J.C. Todd in Wild
River Review J.C. Todd will read her poetry at the AFA
Gallery in Scranton on Sunday, May 18, at 7:00 p.m. |
J.C. Todd is the author of
Nightshade and Entering Pisces, chapbooks published by Pine Press.
Her awards include a Fellowship in Poetry from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, two Leeway Foundation grants, and a fellowship to Kunstlerhaus Schloss Wiepersdorf from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. She has an M.F.A. from the Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College and teaches creative writing at Bryn Mawr College.
"Here is the sacred body Whitman celebrated, but taken to a deeper intimacy in both sensual and scientific knowing. J.C. Todd can relish unblushingly the most interior matters of the body, make language exude sensuality and a myriad of rich scents, while keeping her head. So be prepared for a rare combination of daring material and meticulous intellect in these poems of arousal and awareness, and, above all,praise." --- Eleanor Wilner "In her memorable book, What Space This Body, J.C. Todd writes with deep feeling about the bonds between people, the oneness of marriage partners, and the ties between herself and natural things. She achieves a rare distinction in "Standing in a Winter Field Gazing at a Photograph of Ice" and "On the Beach," two poems in which she meditates on her own growth and on the world's mysteries. Her poems are striking for a calm but passionate tone, musical lines, elegance, and, especially, humanity." --- Grace Schulman "Something of the verbal sass and sheer intelligence of Heather McHugh; something of the bodily fascination of Sharon Olds; something of the natural reverence of Mary Oliver, and the natural exuberance of Amy Clampitt; something of the philosophical ruthlessness of Louise Gluck, and yet something altogether her own. An adored husband, a sister lost in infancy, and always the body, measuring itself against nature and against time, with eloquence and without hubris: these are the songs of "that small piece of gristle / I sing with," the remarkable poems of J.C. Todd." --- Karl Kirchwey |