We Shed Our Skin Like Dynamite
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Product Details
Author:
Conyer Clayton
Series:
First Poets Series
Format:
Paperback
Pages:
78
Publisher:
Guernica Editions (May 1, 2020)
Language:
English
ISBN-13:
9781771835091
ISBN-10:
1771835095
Dimensions:
5" x 7.9" x 0.2"
Case Pack:
96
File:
Eloquence-IPG_03192026_P9854863_onix30_Complete-20260319.xml
Folder:
Eloquence
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$20.00
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$17.20
Publisher Identifier:
P-IPG
Discount Code:
C
Weight:
3.68oz
Audience:
General/trade
Pub Discount:
60
Imprint:
Guernica Editions
Overview
We Shed Our Skin Like Dynamite is collection of 48 poems, divided into 3 sections of 16 poems each. It is about the development of identity in your early adulthood. What do you let define you? What do you retain, and what do you let go of? It is about seeking answers in other people, unhealthy relationships, in sex, in booze, in weed, in art, in nature. Perhaps most successfully, in nature. In this collection, I seek to reflect the shaky grounds we all navigate while attempting to craft ourselves. The ethereal feeling of grasping for certitude in all the wrong (but hopefully at some point, right) places. The fog of experimenting with yourself. The haze of your early twenties. The insistent return of the desire for transcendence, and the constant dismissal of it in favour of material coping mechanisms.
