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The Black Ocean (Crab Orchard Series In Poetry),Used
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In The Black Ocean, poet Brian Barker attempts to make sense of some of the darkest chapters in history while peering forward to what lies ahead as the world totters in the wake of human complacence. Unveiled here are ruminations on human torture, the Chernobyl disaster, the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and genocide against Native Americans. The ghosts of Lincoln, Poe, and Billie Holiday manifest from pages laden with grim prophecies and catastrophes both real and imagined. These hauntingly intense documentary poems reflect on the past in an attempt to approach it with more clarity and understanding, while offering blistering insight into the state of the world today. Barker touches upon the power of manipulation and class oppression; the depths of fear and the struggle for social justice; and reveals how failure to acton the parts of both politicians and everyday citizenscan have the most devastating effects of all.Throughout the volume looms the specter of the black ocean itself, a powerful metaphor for all our collective longings and despair, as we turn to face a menacing and uncertain future.Lullaby for the Last Night on EarthWhen at last we whisper, so long, so lonesome,and watch our house on the horizongo down like a gasping zeppelin of bricks,well turn, holding hands,and walk the train tracks to the sea . . .So sing me that song where a mountain fallsin love with an octopus, and one thousand firefliesricochet around their heads,and Ill dream were dancing in the kitchen one last time,swaying, the window a waystationof flaming leaves, the dogs shimmyingabout our legs,dragging their golden capes of rain . . .O my critter, my thistle, galomydreams,lift your voice like an oar into the darkness,for all the sad birds are falling downNothing in this night is ours.
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