Another book giveaway begins now!
Jennifer Perrine, who reminded us “to be wild, to be bewildered, to be wilderness” (see last week’s interview, How Jennifer Perrine Became a Writer), is giving away two copies of each of her books of poems – In the Human Zoo and The Body Is No Machine. That’s FOUR books to be given away. Contest runs all week. Winners will be announced and contacted Friday shortly after the contest closes.
HOW TO ENTER
It’s super easy. Post a comment on this post before this Friday, June 29, 2012 at 12:00 noon (Eastern time). (Don’t know what to say in a comment? Tell what animal you would be in the non-human zoo. Tell what machine your body would be if it were a machine.)
Your comment number will be your entry number. A Random Number Generator will select the FOUR winners.
One comment per person, please. With one exception: If you reblog this post or mention it on your blog, your pingback counts as an eligible second entry.
You know I get paranoid that no one will enter my contests, so have mercy. Post a comment. You might just win a book.
ABOUT THE BOOKS
In the Human Zoo reveals encounters with a world that is both fragile and dangerous, a perilous, surreal place where not only humans but also creatures as innocuous as fireflies and owls become potential threats. Throughout the collection, speakers wrestle with human violence through a multitude of perspectives: the fear and resistance of victims, the frustration and outrage of witnesses, the regret and recognition of a global history in which so many people have participated as perpetrators. While the people who inhabit the world of this collection might yet remain caged, they nevertheless struggle to unleash themselves and each other through language.
Coveting, with Pronunciation Guide
And what if I said your breasts rise
like an umlaut over the o of your stomach?
That I have imagined two hipbones, grave
and acute, inflecting legs long as vowels,
ohs and oohs, the tendons at the backs
of your knees taut as macrons? Who else
will tell you how your top lip lurks
over your teeth like a tilde, the small list
of your smirk to the left?
Let me whisper you
seduction like a cedilla, soft and complex,
an arcing voice full of hooks and barbs.
Let me rest the circumflex of my hands, tented,
tentative, against your waist. Let my body
be a breve, the cup into which you drop
your breath. Let desire be clumsy
as a schwa, upside-down, almost soundless.
From The Body is No Machine by Jennifer Perrine