“One of the savviest and most restless intellects in contemporary literature–honest, jokey, paranoid, sentimental, mean, lyrical, tough, you name it.”–Dennis Cooper
“[Myles’ writing] comes across simultaneously as effortless and utterly gorgeous. . . . To be able to write with such gentleness and force all at the same time is such a gift, and Myles is completely generous in how she uses this.”–Ron Silliman
Two books meet as one in legendary poet, critic, and novelist Eileen Myles’ newest collection. In a world overflowing with technology and its mutant offspring, moments of human ecstasy and connection are as indelible as they are fleeting. Indeed, with every page, the poems of Snowflake and different streets create poet and poem anew.
some cars seem to erupt
from the tar itself
they seem to pull
themselves up
from below the surface of the land
though I don’t think land. I mean something flat, something
black
almost like a water that we’re on
though a dark water that
holds us.
Eileen Myles has published more than a dozen books of poetry, criticism, and fiction. She was recently awarded the 2010 Shelley Memorial Award for poetry and, for her novel Inferno, the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Fiction. She lives in New York.
