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The Snow Watcher
by Chase Twichell
Product Group: Book
Publisher: Ontario Review Press (1998-10)
ISBN: 0865380929
EAN: 9780865380929
Dewy Decimal #: 811.54
Hardcover: 101 pages
Edition: 1st
SKU: BX028-27Xx
Condition: Used: Acceptable Fir
Comments: Stated First Edition. DJ has light edgewear, creases on inside flap, not pricecut. Light pencil notes on a few of the pages o/wise pgs crisp, clean, tight.
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Editorial Reviews
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Book Description
The Snow Watcher is a sequence of poems that asks a single obsession question: what is the self? The book is a radical re-envisioning of what makes us human rather than animal, human rather than insentient. The poems delve into parts of childhood more comfortably forgotten, and into the ancient stillness of the monastery (Twichell is a student of Zen Buddhism). In both realms the known self dissolves, or is intentionally dismantled, and what is left is something impossible to name, though its startling voice can be heard in the austere, near-empty rooms of these poems.
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Customer Reviews
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Steal this Book
Rating  (5)
Date: 2000-05-03
4 out of 4 customers found this reveiw helpful
Actually,that's what happened to my copy. I was going through an ugly divorce. I am a Buddhist. A friend suggested reading this book through the Hard Time. I took it to a pub, had a beer or two too many, left without the book. Realised it was left two minutes later, went back, Too late! Gone. I figure whoever nabbed it was also in need of the clarity, the crystal limning, the in-your-face reality. The best book of poetry I've read in a decade. I think I'll order another copy.
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Lyrical and thoughtful synthesis of buddhism and americanism
Rating (5)
Date: 1998-11-20
8 out of 8 customers found this reveiw helpful
I love the forthrightness of these poems. Chase Twichell's THE SNOW WATCHER is a book of some of the most convincing American zen poems I've ever seen. They are American in the sense that they are constantly subverting themselves, constantly questioning themselves, but at the same time they are beautiful and evocative and searching moments of clarity. There is a steady quietude that manages to peel back the layers of both the natural world and the self in a way that is both fresh and deeply historical.
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