Counter-Amores by Jennifer ClarvoeCounter-Amores by Jennifer Clarvoe


byJennifer Clarvoe

Paperback | October 31, 2011

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Jennifer Clarvoe’s second book, Counter-Amores, wrestles with and against love. The poems in the title series talk back to Ovid’s Amores, and, in talking back, take charge, take delight, and take revenge. They suggest that we discover what we love by fighting, by bringing our angry, hungry, imperfect selves into the battle. Like a man who shouts for the echo back from a cliff, or the scientist who teaches her parrot to say, “I love you,” or the philosopher who wonders what it is like to be a bat, or Temple Grandin’s lucid imaginings of the last moments of cattle destined for slaughter, the speakers in these poems seek to find themselves in relation to an ever-widening circle of unknowable others. Yearning for “the sweet cool hum of fridge and fluorescent that sang ‘home,’” we’re as likely to find “fifty-seven clicks and flickering channels pitched to the galaxy.” Song itself becomes a site for gorgeous struggle, just as bella means both “beautiful” and “wars.”

Jennifer Clarvoe is professor of English at Kenyon College and a recipient of the Rome Prize from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. She is the author of Invisible Tender, winner of the Kate Tufts Discovery Award and the Poets Out Loud Prize.
Title:Counter-AmoresFormat:PaperbackDimensions:88 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.4 inPublished:October 31, 2011Publisher:University Of Chicago PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0226109283

ISBN - 13:9780226109282

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“The textures of Invisible Tender—the edgy shimmer of quartz, the cool vulnerability of silk—are exhilarating. Clarvoe’s canny perspectives, glistening details, and unnerving surprises are a constant delight. Her book places her at once in the starry company of poets like Elizabeth Bishop and May Swenson. I am moved and thrilled to know, here is the real thing, a poet.” —J. D. McClatchy