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4:41
4:41 travels through the aftermath of a minute with the brutal urgency of a rescue dog searching a minefield for survivors. With sparse, startling imagery, a deft interweaving of modernity and antiquity, and Dickinsonian experimentation with capitalization and form, Sean Glatch introduces us to a love that is sometimes tender but more frequently violent in its intensity. For the reader struggling with their own ghosts—and who isn't?—4:41 is both painful and cathartic, like heat drawing poison from the wound.
- GenresPoetry
62 pages, Paperback
First published June 10, 2016
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September 21, 2017
I think that one of the 'caffeine' parts might have been at fault for picking it up. Sentences were syntactically correct, but semantics felt missing - I am far too old and tired to enjoy counting love, religion and awkward use of physics terms.
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nemans
June 13, 2019
I was one of the first people to have had the privilege of reading the manuscript of "4:41" prior to its publication. This shouldn't come as a surprise once you find out that I was behind the cover design and interior layout, but I do feel like this has given me a unique perspective from which to review this debut poetry collection.
As a good friend of the poet and a poet myself, I can say that at times I find myself jealous of the work. Poems such as "Canary" are the kinds of poems that are so strikingly emotional they make me wish I had written them. Others pieces like "Tangerine Tree" and "Waltzers of the Northern Lights" play with the sound, structure, and flow of language, thus creating poems of a whole new kind. While much of the poetry in "4:41" is about an unfortunate love, "Disaster Poem" and "Letters to a Friend in Recovery" don't follow that trend. Instead, they depart from the rest of the collection with subjects that are, in a way, even more healing. The poet’s way with words is inventive, and while at times it can border on esoteric, there is always that emotional core to the poem that never fails to break through.
The cores found in each poem encircle other much like the rings of a tree. They take "4:41" from what it seems to be at first—just a cream-colored stack of paper, printed with black ink letters and bound with a pretty cover—and transforms it into something almost-living. Readers will feel what the author has felt, perhaps not with quite the same intensity, but they will feel it all the same.
While there are a few pieces in this debut that fall flat in comparison to others, I can count them on one hand. I could be biased, but for me, "4:41" was so emotionally honest that it felt more like a confessional than a collection of poetry. For other readers, this debut may feel more like the deepest parts of the ocean: you don't know for sure what you'll find, but you can expect it to alter your world, if only by a little.
As a good friend of the poet and a poet myself, I can say that at times I find myself jealous of the work. Poems such as "Canary" are the kinds of poems that are so strikingly emotional they make me wish I had written them. Others pieces like "Tangerine Tree" and "Waltzers of the Northern Lights" play with the sound, structure, and flow of language, thus creating poems of a whole new kind. While much of the poetry in "4:41" is about an unfortunate love, "Disaster Poem" and "Letters to a Friend in Recovery" don't follow that trend. Instead, they depart from the rest of the collection with subjects that are, in a way, even more healing. The poet’s way with words is inventive, and while at times it can border on esoteric, there is always that emotional core to the poem that never fails to break through.
The cores found in each poem encircle other much like the rings of a tree. They take "4:41" from what it seems to be at first—just a cream-colored stack of paper, printed with black ink letters and bound with a pretty cover—and transforms it into something almost-living. Readers will feel what the author has felt, perhaps not with quite the same intensity, but they will feel it all the same.
While there are a few pieces in this debut that fall flat in comparison to others, I can count them on one hand. I could be biased, but for me, "4:41" was so emotionally honest that it felt more like a confessional than a collection of poetry. For other readers, this debut may feel more like the deepest parts of the ocean: you don't know for sure what you'll find, but you can expect it to alter your world, if only by a little.
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January 22, 2017Encontré este libro en tumblr y lo leí rápidisimo. Aunque hay poemas (como el primero que encontré en internet) que me gustan bastante la mayoría de la obra (como distribuye o los temas que toca) no ha conseguido gustarme al mismo nivel. Había páginas que las releía y otras que pasaban sin pena ni gloria.
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