$14.00 paper | 79 Pages
Publication Date: March 2001
Winner of The 2000 New Issues Poetry Prize
The Republic of Self is a meditation on both the public and private American self. Elizabeth Powell’s serious yet sexy and entertaining poems attempt to reconcile the divisions, diversions, and prospects of the self as we know it. Throughout her spirited investigation the poet enlists poems in prose––within the larger, more lyrical narration––to comment on the self’s predicament, much as one of Shakespeare’s fools might comment upon a play. Indeed, the self is a fool of sorts, as the poems infer through their wit, gravity, wistfulness, and desires. The Republic of Self becomes a field guide to all that lives within: nymphs, satyrs, Greco-Roman gods, even the icons of mass media and government are here in this, our forever new/old republic still inventing itself. Elizabeth Powell brings us a wise, outrageous, and surprisingly tender view of who we are.
“Nothing quite like her in American poetry––Elizabeth Powell is a mischievous, melancholy, funny, metaphysical and ironic ecstacist, a kind of up-dated Fernando Pessoa for our troubled and dear republic. Her brain is full of sexy calibrations, her heart vulnerable to mood swings and grievous truths, her world lush with both the visible and the invisible. What a great new voice, streaming with imagination and verve.”
From the Foreword by C. K. Williams:
“There’s so much right in this book, so much spirit and intelligence and personal and mythic and historical imagination, that its many poetic surprises come to seem absolutely inevitable, its rigor and its hard-earned truths essential, its absolute command of artifice perfectly natural: it’s the kind of book that seems to have always been there, only waiting for us finally to arrive.”