The New Layman's Almanac

Paperback | March 18, 2008

byJacob Mcarthur Mooney

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Deft and dazzling, brash and boyish, Jacob McArthur Mooney makes his debut on the poetry scene with a rare combination of verbal pyrotechnics and honest emotion. Using manic word-charm and an open heart, Mooney invents a prosody for the twenty-first century. With a passionate wisdom about the frustrations of how humans connect, these poems surprise us with protean language and satisfy us with wry, earthy sense.

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Deft and dazzling, brash and boyish, Jacob McArthur Mooney makes his debut on the poetry scene with a rare combination of verbal pyrotechnics and honest emotion. Using manic word-charm and an open heart, Mooney invents a prosody for the twenty-first century. With a passionate wisdom about the frustrations of how humans connect, these p...

Jacob McArthur Mooney is a Nova Scotian now living in Mississauga, Ontario. He is an editor with the always controversial web journal ThievesJargon.com and the founder of The Facebook Review. A graduate of Memorial University of Newfoundland, he is currently an MFA student at the University of Guelph. His work has been widely published...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:144 pages, 8.37 × 5.24 × 0.35 inPublished:March 18, 2008Publisher:McClelland & StewartLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0771054076

ISBN - 13:9780771054075

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A Guide to Enjambment Iwoke up and the girls wholived across the street werepretending to be cowboys. They hadtwo sticks with horse heads affixed tothe ends, they were galloping downthe one-lane laughing, experts at improbably mappinga four-legged system’sgaitin bipedal half-time. Iheard of drummers that can worklike that, one arm banging out two-four and the other, three-eight on the same kit. It’seasy to see howthe act of expressiongrowsfrom an awkwardstutter-step, the point wherechaos becomeschance, becomesorder, becomestime.

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“A rollicking debut from a young enthusiast with some of Walt Whitman’s beaming sincerity. . . . Mooney takes authentic and big literary risks, by exploring sincere emotionality, genuine political belief and considered poetic experiment. . . . This is Canada speaking, loud, clear, quirky and unashamed to be itself. This is surely one of the most audacious and fresh poetic debuts of the new Canadian century.”- Globe and Mail