(some of) The Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary Friend by Dainis Hazners(some of) The Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary Friend by Dainis Hazners

(some of) The Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary Friend

byDainis Hazners

Paperback | April 1, 2004

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At first glance these poems (which read like one long odyssey) seem sweet and peaceful—like taking a walk in the woods. But then, things turn darker: a storm blows in—and with it some Aliens, Ghost and Ghoul, the Hanging Man. Luckily, Carlyle has a few good friends such as Ruth, the Hag, the Boy, who are staunch and true and faithful. A whistling-in-the-dark suspense alternately stimulates and enervates the witness.

“Carlyle is spore, and mild. / He is swoon &sherbet.” Endearing and kind, if not actually cruel, he is also cold and strange. He shapeshifts, transforming into Magician and Jester, Surgeon and Scientist, Cloud; he studies fire and mirrors and bores holes in his own skull, looking for heaven. Throughout his many adventures, which range from the ludicrous to the life-threatening, he flies into the light and carries the reader with him on his perplexing and fanciful journey.

Title:(some of) The Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary FriendFormat:PaperbackDimensions:136 pages, 9.25 × 5.5 × 0.4 inPublished:April 1, 2004Publisher:University of Iowa PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0877458790

ISBN - 13:9780877458791

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“‘We live in the mind. . . [and] if we live in the mind, we live with the imagination,’ says Stevens, naturally. Time spent with Dainis Hazners’ imaginary friend Mr. C goes beyond life-affirmation. This interior epic is so sonically—‘his song is like a forge / at full fire’—and conceptually animate that I feel augmented, awakened to a living that is simultaneously ‘many-shaded white’ and —sprung with darkness.’”—Ben Doyle, author of Radio, Radio