FONO20 // Cody-Rose Clevidence – DEARTH & God’s Green Mirth (Print; tête-bêche diptych chapbook)
Description
Careening wildly between the philosophical angst of being a human on this planet in this certain moment in human history, and barefaced, godless whimsy, the two projects in this chapbook discard formalisms—even their own—to investigate the relationship between the space of the whole universe and god. Proto-formal, DEARTH is a collection of sci-fi dirges for all of living things on a small contaminated planet. In God’s Green Mirth the poet playfully degrades god, for fun.
Book design by Mike Corrao, featuring artwork by Sarah Horowitz
E-book available here.
Additional information
| Weight | 1 lbs |
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| Dimensions | 5 × 7 × .25 in |
About the Author
Cody-Rose Clevidence is the author of BEAST FEAST (2014) and Flung/Throne (2018), both from Ahsahta Press, Listen My Friend This is the Dream I Dreamed Last Night from The Song Cave and Aux Arc / Trypt Ich from Nightboat, as well as several handsome chapbooks (flowers and cream, NION, garden door press, Auric). They live in the Arkansas Ozarks with their excellently named animals.
Praise
PRAISE FOR DEARTH & GOD’S GREEN MIRTH
Cody-Rose Clevidence is one of the few poets writing today close enough to the world to sing worthily of it. Such proximity is a form of ecstasy, and such ecstasy results in poems that bridge wild abysses and draw them close into some new Pangaea, a world-continent, fevered and fervent as a Bacchic madness, as weirdly precise as pre-Socratic philosophy, as holy-hectic as an Old Testament prophet, better than a new Bible because dubious of the pieties, all the more pious for its loud-loving-living-lament of the world as it is, as it could be, as it was, all of which we’re losing. Or might be losing. Or maybe not losing at all—if poems such as these can help us leap into the love of the world we’ve forgotten how to love. So it is I take this newest book by Cody-Rose Clevidence, a primer to the primary commandment: Thou shouldst love. It isn’t easy, what is needed, nor should it be. It’s as hard as a good poem teaching us what we most need to know—not knowing at all, but remembering how to praise, and weep as you do.
—Dan Beachy-Quick
In their new and ever-playful tête-bêche, Cody-Rose journeys through simultaneous reverence for and kinship with the earth, as a poet and a person continually circling their own evolution. They remind us of the ways that our stories of this planet give us our relation to it (and always have) in sprouting new ones to incorporate the detritus of digitality and decay with which we cohabitate, while still mythologizing a hope for the greenest possible mirth awaiting us. These poems ring and reverberate like this language is a relic and a / spaceship, spinning the time forward and back, returning at every landing to my planet, your planet, where things still grow.
—Lindsey Pannor
PRAISE FOR CLEVIDENCE’S EARLIER WORK
Cody-Rose is writing pages sung old, flung anew, lyrics dripped in endless nameless crystal countenance. They are village poet seeing hearing stars as visible resonance of shared glyph. Demons infect, graces play, a wildlife strategy of intuition, survival, identity and foreverness. With lamp and map Cody-Rose is writing out to startling territories, camouflaged, cutlass in teeth.
—Thurston Moore