Sublunary Editions/106 pgs
Very good condition
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Beset by a deep sense of alienation and frightened of an uncertain future, an unnamed protagonist needs an ally so badly that he invents one. Throughout A Perfectly Ruined Solitude, the debut poetry collection by Kristofor Minta, the reader is invited to listen in on a conversation between the speaker and the shifting, sometimes defiant personae of his imagined brother (or child, or mentor) as he considers what it means to be bound by and compromised by our need for companionship and understanding.
“There is no brother. He is only in my head. Whoever reads this is my brother. You’re looking at someone fostered, adopted, a one-time ward. A family took me in and gave me a sister, so I know what that’s like. But I always wondered if, out in the world, there were a brother, a confidant, someone stitched with the same thread… I think I’ve felt his shape.”
Sublunary Editions/106 pgs
Very good condition
___________________________________________
Beset by a deep sense of alienation and frightened of an uncertain future, an unnamed protagonist needs an ally so badly that he invents one. Throughout A Perfectly Ruined Solitude, the debut poetry collection by Kristofor Minta, the reader is invited to listen in on a conversation between the speaker and the shifting, sometimes defiant personae of his imagined brother (or child, or mentor) as he considers what it means to be bound by and compromised by our need for companionship and understanding.
“There is no brother. He is only in my head. Whoever reads this is my brother. You’re looking at someone fostered, adopted, a one-time ward. A family took me in and gave me a sister, so I know what that’s like. But I always wondered if, out in the world, there were a brother, a confidant, someone stitched with the same thread… I think I’ve felt his shape.”
