The Boy Who Slept Under the Stars: A Memoir in Poetry by Roseann LloydThe Boy Who Slept Under the Stars: A Memoir in Poetry by Roseann Lloyd

The Boy Who Slept Under the Stars: A Memoir in Poetry

byRoseann Lloyd

Paperback | September 28, 2012

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This a book about that place inside us all where bafflement meets mystery: a strange place, sometimes frightening and sometimes filled with stars and pines, clear flowing water and the deep joy of companionship."-Jim MooreRoseann Lloyd's new poetry collection takes us on a sister's unflinching exploration into grief for a brother lost on a solo hike in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northern Minnesota. His clothes are found but not his body. How does one mourn without a body? This absence calls up memories of his life and mixed emotions; it evokes other disappearances-children missing in Iraq, climbers lost on Everest, a college student drowned.Even though I've said, for two years now, I don't need his bodyto do my mourning, I'm suddenly desperateto touch your arms, muscled and tan . . .Full of verbal energy and rich patterns of sound, Lloyd's lines are allowed to breathe and move about in always interesting forms: prose poems, found poems, section poems, swirling mosaics of time and place. Beautifully crafted, the poems are emotionally complex yet accessible.Roseann Lloyd has published eight books, including three poetry collections:Because of the Light (Holy Cow! Press),War Baby Express (Holy Cow! Press-awarded the Minnesota Book Award for Poetry), andTap Dancing for Big Mom (New Rivers Press). The anthology she co-edited with Deborah Keenan,Looking for Home: Women Writing About Exile (Milkweed Editions), was awarded an American Book Award. She lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota."This a book about that place inside us all where bafflement meets mystery: a strange place, sometimes frightening and sometimes filled with stars and pines, clear flowing water and the deep joy of companionship."-Jim MooreRoseann Lloyd's new poetry collection takes us on a sister's unflinching exploration into grief for a brother lost on a solo hike in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northern Minnesota. His clothes are found but not his body. How does one mourn without a body? This absence calls up memories of his life and mixed emotions; it evokes other disappearances-children missing in Iraq, climbers lost on Everest, a college student drowned.Even though I've said, for two years now, I don't need his bodyto do my mourning, I'm suddenly desperateto touch your arms, muscled and tan . . .Full of verbal energy and rich patterns of sound, Lloyd's lines are allowed to breathe and move about in always interesting forms: prose poems, found poems, section poems, swirling mosaics of time and place. Beautifully crafted, the poems are emotionally complex yet accessible.Roseann Lloyd has published eight books, including three poetry collections:Because of the Light (Holy Cow! Press),War Baby Express (Holy Cow! Press-awarded the Minnesota Book Award for Poetry), andTap Dancing for Big Mom (New Rivers Press). The anthology she co-edited with Deborah Keenan,Looking for Home: Women Writing About Exile (Milkweed Editions), was awarded an American Book Award. She lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota."This a book about that place inside us all where bafflement meets mystery: a strange place, sometimes frightening and sometimes filled with stars and pines, clear flowing water and the deep joy of companionship."-Jim MooreRoseann Lloyd's new poetry collection takes us on a sister's unflinching exploration into grief for a brother lost on a solo hike in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northern Minnesota. His clothes are found but not his body. How does one mourn without a body? This absence calls up memories of his life and mixed emotions; it evokes other disappearances-children missing in Iraq, climbers lost on Everest, a college student drowned.Even though I've said, for two years now, I don't need his bodyto do my mourning, I'm suddenly desperateto touch your arms, muscled and tan . . .Full of verbal energy and rich patterns of sound, Lloyd's lines are allowed to breathe and move about in always interesting forms: prose poems, found poems, section poems, swirling mosaics of time and place. Beautifully crafted, the poems are emotionally complex yet accessible.Roseann Lloyd has published eight books, including three poetry collections:Because of the Light (Holy Cow! Press),War Baby Express (Holy Cow! Press-awarded the Minnesota Book Award for Poetry), andTap Dancing for Big Mom (New Rivers Press). The anthology she co-edited with Deborah Keenan,Looking for Home: Women Writing About Exile (Milkweed Editions), was awarded an American Book Award. She lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota."
Roseann Lloyd has previously published eight books, including three collections of her poetry, Because of the Light, (Holy Cow Press, 2003), War Baby Express, (Holy Cow! Press, 1996 - awarded the Minnesota Book Award for Poetry, 1997), and Tap Dancing for Big Mom, (New Rivers Press, 1986). The anthology she co-edited with Deborah Keen...
Title:The Boy Who Slept Under the Stars: A Memoir in PoetryFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9 × 6 × 0.68 inPublished:September 28, 2012Publisher:Holy Cow! PressLanguage:English

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'All of us who read this book live inside the pages ofThe Boy Who Slept Under the Stars. An epigraph for one of the book's sections by Vijay Seshardi says, 'Nobody deals with the deepest existential response{to loss}, which is bafflement.' And the reader of the book realizes that this is not just a book of grief or of anger and not just a book in which love lives on every page, but it is also, and underneath everything else, a book about that place inside us all where bafflement meets mystery: a strange place, sometimes frightening and sometimes filled with stars and pines, clear flowing water and the deep joy of companionship. 'Should I even be writing this?' Lloyd asks, in parentheses, near the end of the book. Yes, is the answer. Oh, yes.' - Jim Moore, author ofInvisible Strings'Roseann Lloyd has madeThe Boy Who Slept Under the Stars 'not only for those who exit suddenly, but also for those who mourn them.' This new book recreates the movement of healing: first unspeakable grief, revealed in tight prose, then interrogation, investigation, a pursuit of the missing on a personal, local, and global scale, and finally expansive understanding, the poet's heart not only doubled, but tripled in the powerful final poems such as 'Have Drum Will Journey.' I am grateful for these poems, encouraged to accept there's a trail we allfollow, knowing one day we will be lost, but understanding now how those we leave find comfort, and how we can keep going when our own loves walk on.' - Heid E. Erdrich, author ofCell Traffic: New and Selected Poems'As a solo wilderness traveler, I routinely face the possibility of my dying alone in a remote place. It is a risk vs. reward agreement I accept, one which, unfortunately, is much harder for those left behind to understand. When Roseann Lloyd's brother disappears on a day hike in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in 2005, his life ends, I would suggest, in a manner he would have found fitting, even if its timing was premature. But for Roseann, the sudden loss of a brother, whose bodywas never found, sets her on a journey sifting through the duff of family memories-each layer redolent with a distinct aroma. Through her poetry, she reconstructs connections and attempts to organize the random-ultimately completing a journey of celebration, acceptance, and personal growth.' - Craig Blacklock, author, photographer,Minnesota's North Shore andApostle Islands-From Land and SeaThe poems in Roseann Lloy'd new poetry collection take us on a sister's unflinching exploration into her grief, her family's grief, for a brother lost in the wilderness. She brings us with her into the deep waters of being a sister. She eloquently expresses the past shared with her brother. His absence breathes upon the present and evokes other disappearances-children missing in Iraq, Jacob Wetterling abducted, climbers lost on Everest, a college student drowned. These are visceral poems, full of verbal energy and rich patterns of sound - Lloyd's lines are allowed to breathe and they move about in always interesting forms. The powerful prose poem, "Messing Around in Boats," shows us her mother reading Wind in the Willows: 'Look, look, cries my brother, he's heading for the road, he's heading for the river, he's getting away!' I have never been so moved by a book of poetry." - Mary Kay Rummel, author ofWhat's Left is the Singing"All of us who read this book live inside the pages ofThe Boy Who Slept Under the Stars. An epigraph for one of the book's sections by Vijay Seshardi says, 'Nobody deals with the deepest existential response{to loss}, which is bafflement.' And the reader of the book realizes that this is not just a book of grief or of anger and not just a book in which love lives on every page, but it is also, and underneath everything else, a book about that place inside us all where bafflement meets mystery: a strange place, sometimes frightening and sometimes filled with stars and pines, clear flowing water and the deep joy of companionship. 'Should I even be writing this?' Lloyd asks, in parentheses, near the end of the book. Yes, is the answer. Oh, yes." - Jim Moore, author ofInvisible Strings"Roseann Lloyd has madeThe Boy Who Slept Under the Stars 'not only for those who exit suddenly, but also for those who mourn them.' This new book recreates the movement of healing: first unspeakable grief, revealed in tight prose, then interrogation, investigation, a pursuit of the missing on a personal, local, and global scale, and finally expansive understanding, the poet's heart not only doubled, but tripled in the powerful final poems such as 'Have Drum Will Journey.' I am grateful for these poems, encouraged to accept there's a trail we all follow, knowing one day we will be lost, but understanding now how those we leave find comfort, and how we can keep going when our own loves walk on." - Heid E. Erdrich, author ofCell Traffic: New and Selected Poems"As a solo wilderness traveler, I routinely face the possibility of my dying alone in a remote place. It is a risk vs. reward agreement I accept, one which, unfortunately, is much harder for those left behind to understand. When Roseann Lloyd's brother disappears on a day hike in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in 2005, his life ends, I would suggest, in a manner he would have found fitting, even if its timing was premature. But for Roseann, the sudden loss of a brother, whose bodywas never found, sets her on a journey sifting through the duff of family memories - each layer redolent with a distinct aroma. Through her poetry, she reconstructs connections and attempts to organize the random - ultimately completing a journey of celebration, acceptance, and personal growth." - Craig Blacklock, author, photographer,Minnesota's North Shore andApostle Islands - From Land and Sea"The poems in Roseann Lloy'd new poetry collection take us on a sister's unflinching exploration into her grief, her family's grief, for a brother lost in the wilderness. She brings us with her into the deep waters of being a sister. She eloquently expresses the past shared with her brother. His absence breathes upon the present and evokes other disappearances - children missing in Iraq, Jacob Wetterling abducted, climbers lost on Everest, a college student drowned. These are visceral poems,full of verbal energy and rich patterns of sound - Lloyd's lines are allowed to breathe and they move about in always interesting forms. The powerful prose poem, "Messing Around in Boats," shows us her mother reading Wind in the Willows: 'Look, look, cries my brother, he's heading for the road, he's heading for the river, he's getting away!' I have never been so moved by a book of poetry." - Mary Kay Rummel, author ofWhat's Left is the Singing"