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"These are ambitious, moving poems, deft, panged, and stunning."-Dean Young
"Existential chilliness, mourning, and dread find a uniquely compelling voice in Thomas Heise's poetry. . . ."-Alan Williamson
"Horror Vacui offers an often vertiginous account of how death imposes [an] irresistible fact on minds bent on both accommodating and resisting this one inevitable yet impossible truth. . . . And it's this property of being barely held together that makes Horror Vacui so striking. . . . an extraordinary mood piece."-Ray McDaniel
In his haunting debut collection Horror Vacui, Thomas Heise explores the fear of empty space, a mysterious and abiding absence that is a pronounced presence in this poet's lyrical voice.
Thomas Heise holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of California at Davis and a PhD from New York University. Currently he teaches at McGill University in Montreal, Quebec.
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 0.25" Width: 6" Height: 8.5" Weight: 0.35 lbs.
Release Date Apr 1, 2006
Publisher Sarabande Books
ISBN 1932511326 ISBN13 9781932511321
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More About Thomas Heise
Thomas Heise is an assistant professor of English at McGill University and the author of "Horror Vacui: Poems".
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A cold wind Oct 2, 2006
blows through this book. Heise's voice is so lyric, haunted but also married to an ear keen on music, the rhythmic impulse that drives a poetic line. Specific images, (associated with florida, childhood) recur and keep drifting from poem to poem, like the mind is stuttering, trying to find the specific, right way to say, "what I have lost, I remember", "I lost what I remember", "What I remember I lost".