"Zapruder's poems don't merely attempt beauty; they attain it."—The Boston Review "Matthew Zapruder has a razor eye for the remnants and revenants of modern culture."—The New York Times "With dynamic, logically complex sentences, Zapruder posits a world that is both extraordinary and refreshingly ordinary."—BOMB Matthew Zapruder's poems begin in the faint inkling, in the bloom of thought, and then unfold into wide-reaching meditations...
"<strong>As seen in the <em>The New York Times</em> Book Review</strong> <p> ""In characteristically short lines and pithy, slippery language like predictive text from a lucid dream, Zapruder’s fifth collection grapples with fatherhood as well as larger questions of influence and inheritance and obligation."" —<em>The New York Times</em> </p> <p> “[Zapruder] presents powerfully nuanced and vivid verse about the...
"Zapruder’s hip lyricism offers both the slippery comedy and a surprisingly grave, ultimately winning, commitment to real people, emotions, locales."—Publishers WeeklyMatthew Zapruder is a young poet reinvigorating American letters. In his second collection he engages love, mortality, and life in New York City after 9/11. The title piece, a prose-poem synopsis of an unwritten novel, turns all literary forms upon themselves with savvy and flair, while the elegy cycle...
"Charming, melancholy, hip."—Publishers Weekly, starred review"Zapruder's innovative style is provocative in its unusual juxtapositions of line, image and enjambments. . . . Highly recommended."—Library JournalMatthew Zapruder's third book mixes humor and invention with love and loss, as when the breath of a lover is compared to «a field of titanium gravestones / growing warmer in the sun.» The title poem is an elegy for the heroes and mentors in the poet's...
