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PublisherNew Rivers Press
ISBN-100898233860
ISBN-139780898233865
eBay Product ID (ePID)27038700485
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Publication Year2019
Book TitleNighttime on the Other Side of Everything
TopicGeneral
Number of Pages88 Pages
LanguageEnglish
GenrePoetry
AuthorSarah Kobrinsky
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Weight4 Oz
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SynopsisPoetry. Jewish Studies. Women's Studies. California Interest. "In NIGHTTIME ON THE OTHER SIDE OF EVERYTHING, Sarah Kobrinsky opens with a brief meditation on impostor syndrome that also speaks to where all poems come from, anyway. Elsewhere we read 'I make. I tinker. I create. An instinct born/of my blueprints, deep within my DNA.' But these poems also come from us, from knowing what people say about kids looking like the milkman, pranks like TP-ing houses and tying shoelaces together, a recognizable rhythm of punchlines. These poems are all dollface and Why I oughta! and the 'longed-for prize after the Bull's Eye,' so that the first poem, 'Forger's Tremor,' can honestly end with 'this poem was not written by me.'"--Jill McDonough, Poetry. Jewish Studies. Women's Studies. California Interest. "In NIGHTTIME ON THE OTHER SIDE OF EVERYTHING, Sarah Kobrinsky opens with a brief meditation on impostor syndrome that also speaks to where all poems come from, anyway. Elsewhere we read 'I make. I tinker. I create. An instinct born/of my blueprints, deep within my DNA.' But these poems also come from us, from knowing what people say about kids looking like the milkman, pranks like TP-ing houses and tying shoelaces together, a recognizable rhythm of punchlines. These poems are all dollface and Why I oughta and the 'longed-for prize after the Bull's Eye, ' so that the first poem, 'Forger's Tremor, ' can honestly end with 'this poem was not written by me.'"--Jill McDonou, Poetry. Jewish Studies. Women's Studies. California Interest. In NIGHTTIME ON THE OTHER SIDE OF EVERYTHING, Sarah Kobrinsky opens with a brief meditation on impostor syndrome that also speaks to where all poems come from, anyway. Elsewhere we read 'I make. I tinker. I create. An instinct born/of my blueprints, deep within my DNA.' But these poems also come from us, from knowing what people say about kids looking like the milkman, pranks like TP-ing houses and tying shoelaces together, a recognizable rhythm of punchlines. These poems are all dollface and Why I oughta and the 'longed-for prize after the Bull's Eye, ' so that the first poem, 'Forger's Tremor, ' can honestly end with 'this poem was not written by me.' Jill McDonough
