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055 3 $aPS8613 R83$bW43 2008
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100 1 $aGrubisic, Katia.$0http://id.loc.gov/authorities/names/n2007057507
245 10 $aWhat if red ran out /$cKatia Grubisic.
260 $aFredericton :$bGoose Lane Editions,$c[2008], ©2008.
300 $a85 pages ;$c22 cm
336 $atext$btxt$2rdacontent
337 $aunmediated$bn$2rdamedia
500 $aPoems.
505 00 $tWayfarer -- $tBefore Its Time -- $tA List Before Departure -- $tBaffled King Collage -- $tLoose Rope Tantrum -- $tThe Audubon Guide to Self-Pity -- $tRaven on the Watertower -- $tA Hyena at the Bodega -- $tConservatory -- $tWith Arms Outstretched on the Lambton Line -- $tOn the Eve of Return to Hamelin -- $tPrelude to Jumping in the River -- $tTalking like Stones in the Night Zoo -- $tPreemptive Fieldnotes -- $tTaking Apart the Harbour -- $tParadise, Dam, North Shore -- $tOn the floating dock, silvered -- $tWhen the Ice Breaks -- $tPoem for the Sand Verbena Moth -- $tBasin No. 3 -- $tOversight -- $tWarm Water Train -- $tShip in a Bottle -- $tThe Rough Guide to Home -- $tManifesto for August -- $tSong of my Old Lead Pipes -- $tLadder to the Middle -- $tBarometer -- $tLife Jacket -- $tStrawberry Jam -- $tEn promenant ma peine d'amour -- $tCrash Cymbal -- $tThe Time of Figs -- $tSun Days -- $tErrand -- $tSilk Pouch Hardware -- $tLast Tango in Outremont -- $tUtensils after the Inquisition -- $tNever More Temperate -- $tLove Song for the End of the World -- $tTo take away, or be slowly taken.
520 1 $a"Here is awe and elegy, recklessness and mischief. Grubisic tracks our witching hours, peers into back alleys, and brings forward what frightens us. She lingers on the lonely and the lost, but also on the beautiful, reminding us that "when we jump fences we land as we can in our dreams, bionic." The poems beckon, seduce; they ask what we love and how we might hold on to it."--BOOK JACKET.
852 00 $boff,glx$hPR9199.4.G78$iW53 2008g