Read Hard Child Online Free - “Shapero writes in an urgent vernacular that flirts, stings, implores and demands with apparent abandon.”—Houston Chronicle
“Shapero’s poetics has real-world import for the way we use language to talk about messy things.”—Volta
Thought-provoking and sardonically expressive, Shapero is a self-proclaimed “hard child”—unafraid of directly addressing bleakness as she continually asks what it means to be human and to bring new life into the world. Hard Child is musical and argumentative, deadly serious yet tinged with self-parody, evoking the spirit of Plath while remaining entirely its own.
From Hot Streak
Actually it’s ridiculous to opine on what kind
of a dog I would be, were I ever a dog, as I don’t
contain within me half enough life to power
a dog. I WOULD BE A DEAD DOG, THAT’S
WHAT KIND, or
maybe a mere industrial object
boasting a low-grade animation, some odd beep
or flicker, like a dryer or a bulb. So, sure, I could
be a reluctant bulb, the only one still offering light
in an otherwise burnt-out fixture bolted
hard to a row house porch. And all those moths,
with no other place to die. Can’t they murder
themselves on someone else?...
Natalie Shapero has worked as a civil rights lawyer and is currently Professor of the Practice of Poetry at Tufts University. Her first poetry collection No Object was published in 2013, and her writing has appeared in The Believer, The New Republic, Poetry, and The Progressive. She lives in Massachusetts.
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July 03, 2017
So good. I need to read it one or two more times to thoughtfully comment. It's emotionally intense. Painful at times. I think this is a close summary, "All I have coming in this / world is a joke that hits me later" (from lines 2-3 in "Winter Injury").
September 14, 2017
Two thumbs up 👍👍
July 19, 2017
Is it stlll post-partum depression if you were depressed BEFORE you had the baby? Asking for a friend.
Shapero's speaker does, indeed, come across like a friend, if you have a tendency to befriend tough-talking pessimists. Divided neatly into two parts, Shapero spends the first half describing the...
July 22, 2017
Poetry suicides itself famously,
unpredictable drop dead dangerously.
Verse wraps around itself, a crimson choke vine
Sappho alone can rise-up the poem.
I foresee, in the days, an intellectual
and cultural suicide perpetrated on poetry readers.
Chris Roberts, God Dead
May 05, 2017
There is a bit too much "humor" in these poems. Not my teacup.
April 29, 2017
Overlooking the unfortunate cover (so literal!), I really loved this collection. Shapero is a poet that takes risk, and I appreciate that. Maybe not every metaphor and conceit worked out, but the ones that did... man, did they work. She touches quite a few subjects, but the collection is...
April 15, 2017
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