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December 2012
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PRAISE FOR BRINK In Brink, Compton flirts with disaster on every page, constantly teetering on the edge of complete chaos and devastation. [She] mixes the mundane alongside the fantastic in this collection. Mars and other planets are referenced in medias res of a couple’s arguments, shoplifting, and the common aches for adoration and perfection within the human condition. In this way, the poems suggest a futuristic landscape while also seeming so familiar that they hint towards the anxiety of a doomed future being much nearer than we would like to conceive. —PANK, Anne Champion Shanna Compton is one of those poets I will always read, will always eagerly anticipate the next brilliant collection to read! "Even our angst feels replaceable / as if it ebbed a little way"—yet another gem for a misunderstood world that we have been waiting to read and to know. Brink is a word we gather on top of, ready for the pictures around us to modify us into the new. Not every poet can promise this word, but it's most fitting here. The smart poets of my time have been following her all along, and we know the departure she takes with this latest collection is one we can all be excited to take with her!! —CAConrad Shanna Compton's beautiful new book Brink captures the weird and dazzling collision between the suffering and the awe of contemporary existence. As if through a series of discovered polaroids, in one poem she holds up a raw and tender image of a woman isolated in "the domesticated shell," in another, she holds up a joyful white blur of something we cannot name, but recognize as our own hazy and sweet connection to the world. At once disturbing and triumphant, the poems in Brink work together to create an honest, unexpected, and fascinating lyrical exhibition of the complicated human heart. —Ada Limón
PREVIOUS REVIEWS [Q]uirky but politically pointed verse. —Publishers Weekly [A]dept at torquing language in a way that reveals not simply multiple meanings, but multiple registers. —Rain Taxi Vigorous, winningly smart and consistently hip. Compton shows a particular talent for love poems á la C.D. Wright and D.A. Powell. —Publishers Weekly
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