"Charming, melancholy, hip."—Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Zapruder's innovative style is provocative in its unusual juxtapositions of line, image and enjambments. . . . Highly recommended."—Library Journal
Matthew Zapruder's third book mixes humor and invention with love and loss, as when the breath of a lover is compared to "a field of titanium gravestones / growing warmer in the sun." The title poem is an elegy for the heroes and mentors in the poet's life—from David Foster Wallace to the poet's father. Zapruder's poems are direct and surprising, and throughout the book he wrestles with the desire to do well, to make art, and to face the vast events of the day.
Look out scientists! Today the unemployment rate
is 9.4 percent. I have no idea what that means. I tried
to think about it harder for a while. Then
tried standing in an actual stance of mystery
and not knowing towards the world.
Which is my job. As is staring at the back yard
and for one second believing I am actually
rising away from myself. Which is maybe
what I have in common right now with you . . .
Matthew Zapruder holds degrees from Amherst College, UC Berkeley, and the University of Massachusetts. He is the author of two previous books, including The Pajamaist, which won the William Carlos Williams Award and was honored by Library Journal with a "Best Poetry Book of the Year" listing. He lives in San Francisco and is an editor at Wave Books.
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He spans the major genresâlove poetry ("I admire/ and fear you, to me you are an abyss/ I cross towards you"), elegy ("I have been coasting,/ but from this [moment] forward Grace I vow/ I shall coast no more"), ode ("my friends ordered square burgers/ with mysterious holes leaking a delicious s...| Read Full Review of Come on All You Ghosts
Matthew Zapruder's third collection of poetry, Come On All You Ghosts, fully engages humor, whimsy, and inventiveness in a game of chicken with the existential absurdity of trying to capture or fathom human emotion.Jul 23 2011 | Read Full Review of Come on All You Ghosts
In “This Handwriting,” for example, Zapruder ends “in California, / happy to be though always / part of me is thinking of my friends / and their shadows, patiently / waiting for my shadow to join them.” With its ordinary, mournful affability, such thinking can even build a kind of polity, though ...Jun 09 2011 | Read Full Review of Come on All You Ghosts
204 Poetry Peg Boyers, At the Guggenheim Museum, Venice Ron De Maris, Old Cadillac Jorie Graham, Three Poems James Longenbach, Knowledge Deborah Pease, Self-Portrait in Iceland Deborah Pease, Sheep in Landscape Julia Story, Four Poems Matthew Zap...| Read Full Review of Come on All You Ghosts
Zapruder's language is more personal, his voice more colloquial and his references more quotidian than Whitman's ever could have been, but like the original American bard, Zapruder is the spokesman for his vision of American society, be it for New Yorkers after 9/11, those touched by the death of...Feb 08 2012 | Read Full Review of Come on All You Ghosts
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