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...
November 13, 2017
I rarely write reviews on poetry collections because it’s such a subjective interaction and I hate to condescend to readers by telling them “this one is good, this one is bad, etc.” particularly in a space where it’s quite trendy to be hyper critical of female authors. That said, if you can meet...
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
November 10, 2017
Many of the poems relay what seems to be the loss of a child and I can relate to that (or perhaps she was the child, metaphorically, and she felt lost) but overall, most of the words/concepts in the poems felt scattered and I had a hard time making sense of many of them.
November 07, 2017
As with many contemporary poetry books, this one drags a bit in the middle, the same tricks again and again instead of reinvention, variation. Still, Shapero employs her wit and distinct voice to good effect, offering lines and transitions that crackle on the page.
May 05, 2017
There is a bit too much "humor" in these poems. Not my teacup.
November 17, 2017
3.25 / 6.5 out of 10.
enjoyed this collection of poems.
enjoyed the author's style and wit.
November 18, 2017