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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 8.8" Width: 6" Height: 0.4" Weight: 0.3 lbs.
Release Date Jul 1, 2007
Publisher WordTech Communications
ISBN 1933456728 ISBN13 9781933456720
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More About Philip Brady
Philip Brady is a professor of English at Youngstown State University, where he directs the Poetry Center and Etruscan Press. He is the author of three books of poetry, Weal (winner of Ashland Poetry Press's Snyder Prize); Forged Correspondences, (chosen for Ploughshares' Editors' Shelf by Maxine Kumin); and Fathom; and a memoir, To Prove My Blood: A Memoir of Emigrations & the Afterlife. He is the co-editor, with James F. Carens, of Critical Essays on James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. He plays in Brady's Leap, a New-Celtic band which has produced two CDs of original music.
Philip Brady was born in 1955 and has an academic affiliation as follows - Birkbeck College, London.
Philip Brady invites us out of the shallow water, out beyond where we can easily touch bottom, out where the water's deep enough that to know it you must dive.
He's a serious guy in the face of it, but he knows that wit is valuable at all fathoms, and his dark humor illuminates the depths.
I was especially taken with the sequence of "California Sonnets" and the long, astounding poem "The Elsewhere."
The thoughtful stanzas evoke the breadth and depth of the human experience Mar 5, 2008
Fathom is an anthology of free-verse poetry by Youngstown State University professor and prizewinning poet Philip Brady, addressing events ranging from the September 11th attacks to saying the final farewell to a deceased friend to the wondrous beauty lying dormant in the natural world. The thoughtful stanzas evoke the breadth and depth of the human experience in their resonant and at times sensual flow. "Berkeley": I am thinking of the city of Cata Huyuk, / elder sister of Jericho, nexus / of stone-age trade, shrine of the chthonic / goddess and her fecund, polyandrous / queens. I am pondering the citizens, / innocent of wheels and war, lovers / of cats, skilled in obsidian, / who excarnated their dead for sacred vultures. / As I walk through People's Park watching a suit / angle his head to cradle a cell phone, / I dwell on the ancient metropolis and its fate: / One day without disaster or invasion / the entire population disappeared / as if their souls were carried off by birds.