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Chez Nous
Angie Estes



FIELD Poetry Series

Oberlin
2005 • 86 pp. 6 x 9"
Poetry - American

$14.95 Paperback, 978-0-932440-99-0



What is the language of “home”? What would it mean to be “at home” in language? And what does it mean, in the postmodern world, not to be at home in one’s language? These are some of the questions that inform Angie Estes’ brilliant new collection, Chez Nous, her first since the prize-winning Voice-Over. The origins of her project lie in Theodor Adorno’s comment that in the postmodern, post-Holocaust world, the only “home” now available to us is in language. The results, in poems that are lyrical, experimental, and layered with meanings that cross between languages, cultures, and historical moments, are rich and compelling.

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“Reading Angie Estes’s poems is like coming upon a sheaf of new waltzes in the very room where they can be danced. There is space in Chez Nous for etymologies and pastries, film stars and philosophers, every texture and season.”Susan Stewart

"With glamour's grammar and a vision rich in historical insight, Angie Estes has written a brilliant, evocative book. Picture a green glass vial tucked between the pillows of a diva's breasts 'to keep the cognac warm.' Chez Nous is at once crystal and cognac--flacon and spirit--and the singular, pure-pitched notes crossing so assuredly between them." —Linda Bierds

From the Book:

Accidental

Orient yourself, occasionally
fall down to the setting
sun, red dent in
the sky like a signature
in the key of
what? Scriabin thought
the musical note C was red;
Rimsky-Korsakov said A
is pink. Not planned
or foreseen, without warning
there’s a sharp or flat, altered
note not belonging. Upside
down the goldfinches hang
like commas, like rest.
On occasion, remember
that in Venice there is
no dust, non troppo,
not too much, but if you must fall,
fall west: each evning, gather
in baskets the day lilies’
blooms, watch how they close
by the bushel.



ANGIE ESTES is the author of four collections of poetry, most recently Tryst (Oberlin College Press, 2009), named one of two finalists for the 2010 Pulitzer Prize. Her awards include a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Pushcart Prize, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry, and the Alice Fay di Castagnola Prize from the Poetry Society of America.



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