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Hell, I Love Everybody

The Essential James Tate: Poems

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An essential collection of James Tate's extraordinary poems that will captivate today's readers, with a foreword by Terrance Hayes

Celebrating James Tate's work as it transcends convention, time, and everything that tells us, "No, you can't do that," Hell, I Love Everybody gives us the poet at his best, his most intimate, hopeful, inventive, and brilliant. John Ashbery called Tate the "poet of possibilities," and this collection records forays into possibilities for American poetry's future. With a foreword by Terrance Hayes, it is sure to give readers new and old a lasting collection of favorites.

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    • Publisher's Weekly

      Starred review from September 18, 2023
      Quintessential poems by virtuoso of absurdity Tate (The Government Lake: Last Poems) are woven into a whimsical, rollicking, and utterly jarring retrospective that showcases an unparalleled mind. Tate is famed for narratives that are set in the familiar and develop imaginatively, even chaotically: in one poem, strangers invite a jazz musician to a lavish party, only to reveal that he is their annual human sacrifice due to his lack of contribution to society. In another, an applicant interviewing to be an ice cream trucker driver is told that extensive military experience is required. Elsewhere, a woman instigates a bloody fight at her book club, then gets drinks with her victims. The poet explores social standards and fallacies, the terrifying beauty of nature, and what it means to live a life devoid of poetry. Tate’s effervescent imagery assuages the heart: “It is late morning,/ and my forehead is alive with shadows,/ Some bats rock back and forth/ to the rhythm of my humming,/ The mimosa flutters with bees./ This is a house of unwritten poems,/ This is where I am unborn.” Tenacious, surreal, impish, and soul mending, these poems invite the reader into a transcendent world.

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