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| Perfectbound | 60 pg
First edition: October 2017, 100 numbered copies
• DESCRIPTION •
Do you remember the end? It starts with the refrigerator and goes with a compass. In between is all that's overheard, the familiar walks and express trains. How the city eats the things you put on your body.
In MC Hyland's prose poems, dense as the yellow line you're supposed to stay behind, the world rushes fast and full. With friends dropping in to respond, Hyland invents a textured noticing that interrupts its jokes with grief and back again.
"Think more about your senses and less about your feelings," the poem says to itself, and it answers back: "Some people have names for the huge and terrible darkness inside them."
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• FRIENDS WRITE BACK •
“I am so grateful for these wonderful poems. They prove that there is a world, and that we are, somehow, in it.”
— Ian Dreiblatt
“It’s like some poetics are a dog and MC is one of those dog walkers with a thousand leashes.”
— Anna Gurton-Wachter
“When I first met MC Hyland she was wearing a t-shirt with a puff-paint cat’s face on it. There was a story behind it, about a drag show in a frigid city, which turned into a story about a frozen lake specked with shanties. I wasn’t there to see the light from them from above. But she made me want to have been.”
— Patrick Abatiell
“I am writing this standing up, but I take it you were either walking or booking it. I can’t tell though whether you are sweating a lot by the end.”
— Lauren Neefe
“Walt [Whitman] even comes up with a way better description for the form of The End—the way it’s able to take all of these inner and outer and spoken and thought and typed languages and flatten them out into a brilliant bricolage—than I ever could: 'The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme—myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme.'”
— Becca Klaver
“From you I learned that one can do things late but still thoroughly. I hope I don’t disappoint. These poems are an primer for paying attention. Attention is love.”
— Deborah Stein
“Everything begins with the end. When you get to graveyard, the only place left to get to is born.”
— Sarah Fox
“How to straighten your spine while telling it to fuck off.”
— Erin Lyndal Martin
• BIO •
MC Hyland is founding editor of DoubleCross Press, and is currently working on a dissertation on the poetics of the commons, as well as on an ongoing poetic research project on walking, friendship, and publishing. She is the author of the poetry collection Neveragainland and of several poetry chapbooks.
• MORE FROM THE END •
"The End [I learned to protect myself by smiling.]" in Yalbousha Review
"The End [It’s lame to keep saying I hate it here.]" in Brooklyn Poets
Three ends in Boston Review
A dozen ends in Cordite Poetry Review
??? DO YOU REMEMBER THE END ???
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