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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 3 0 false Thu Nov 13 23:57:17 -0800 2008 Tue Nov 25 12:43:05 -0800 2008 77914235 54761 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. 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It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Wed Oct 07 08:18:45 -0700 2009 Wed Oct 07 08:18:45 -0700 2009 71804814 2746761 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. 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It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Mon Aug 24 08:44:14 -0700 2009 Mon Aug 24 08:44:14 -0700 2009 67499409 2590622 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. 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It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Wed Jul 22 13:17:53 -0700 2009 Wed Jul 22 13:17:53 -0700 2009 63211440 2128125 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. 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It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Fri Jul 10 06:01:30 -0700 2009 Fri Jul 10 06:01:30 -0700 2009 56503898 2225219 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 4 0 false Wed Jan 07 00:00:00 -0800 2009 Fri Dec 19 16:45:03 -0800 2008 Fri May 08 01:02:32 -0700 2009 38424337 327883 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. 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It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 0 0 false Mon Nov 17 20:35:36 -0800 2008 Mon Nov 17 20:35:36 -0800 2008 32218613 1502967 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." 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The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Sat Aug 09 06:44:37 -0700 2008 Sat Aug 09 06:44:37 -0700 2008 25409972 1085403 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 3 0 false Wed Jun 25 08:07:35 -0700 2008 Wed Jun 25 08:07:35 -0700 2008 24995344 68030 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 3 0 false Mon Jun 23 14:41:36 -0700 2008 Fri Jun 20 11:26:52 -0700 2008 Mon Jun 23 14:41:36 -0700 2008 21624085 1140266 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 4 0 false Mon May 05 06:12:30 -0700 2008 Mon May 05 06:12:30 -0700 2008 20485216 875452 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 0 0 false Fri Apr 18 14:48:53 -0700 2008 Fri Apr 18 14:48:53 -0700 2008 14662900 878672 131949 0375709754 9780375709753 1 http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641m/131949.jpg http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1172005641s/131949.jpg http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/131949.The_Story_of_Our_Lives_with_the_Monument_and_the_Late_Hour 4.11 27 The Story of Our Lives, with The Monument and The Late Hour, a collection of three out-of-print works written in the 1970s, is a testament to Strand's versatility and intellect. The Story of Our Lives is primarily an evocative lament for the author's deceased father, mulling over the questions and frustrations presented when someone close dies, as showcased in the deeply moving "Elegy for My Father": "It is over and nobody knows you." The second book, The Monument, could loosely be described as a series of prose poems utilizing lines from other works, such as those of Wallace Stevens, Walt Whitman, and Friedrich Nietzsche, as Strand presents an amusingly irreverent jab at the seriousness with which many poets (including himself) take themselves and their aspirations of having their works achieve immortality. The last book, The Late Hour, exhibits Strand's characteristic dreamlike quality--images have a sparse and haunting beauty about them, and patterns of quiet thought are reworked in a still, dark night. It's as if, while peering into that dark, one catches a glimpse of something in the periphery, and the residue of that brief image is what Strand explores--the space between what is and isn't there, between light and dark. Also, a prescient recitation of our aspirations of self-understanding and self-improvement can be found here, as in "Lines for Winter": "tell yourself / in that final flowing of cold through your limbs / that you love what you are." This collection serves as a welcome reintroduction to Mark Strand's earlier works. --Michael Ferch ]]> 2002 5 0 false Tue Feb 05 15:38:33 -0800 2008 Tue Feb 05 15:38:33 -0800 2008 8 http://www.goodreads.com/book_link/follow/8?book_id=131949