Snowflake / different streets
<div><p>"One of the savviest and most restless intellects in contemporary literature—honest, jokey, paranoid, sentimental, mean, lyrical, tough, you name it."—Dennis Cooper</p><p>"[Myles' writing] comes across simultaneously as effortless and utterly gorgeous. . . . To be able to write with such gentleness and force all at the same time is such a gift, and Myles is completely generous in how she uses this."—Ron Silliman</p><p>Two books meet as one in legendary poet, critic, and novelist Eileen Myles' newest collection. In a world overflowing with technology and its mutant offspring, moments of human ecstasy and connection are as indelible as they are fleeting. Indeed, with every page, the poems of <I>Snowflake</I> and <I>different streets</I> create poet and poem anew.</p><p><I>some cars seem to erupt<BR>from the tar itself<BR>they seem to pull<BR>themselves up<BR>from below the surface of the land<BR>though I don't think land. I mean something flat, something<BR>black<BR>almost like a water that we're on<BR>though a dark water that<BR>holds us.</I></p><p><B>Eileen Myles</B> has published more than a dozen books of poetry, criticism, and fiction. She was recently awarded the 2010 Shelley Memorial Award for poetry and, for her novel <I>Inferno</I>, the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Fiction. She lives in New York.</p><BR></div>