Faceless Names by Anna Elena Eyre
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Faceless Names resounds from the ancient mesas of New Mexico, the Sangre de Cristo mysteries, the archetypical Demeter and Persephone, at last singing their own voices, sculpted, carved out of language. “Word you’re an entity of/hands & clay,” Anna Elena Eyre chants to the loving and the gone, in the poetic diptychs “Letters to Williams and Kora,” (in Hell) and the variable couplets of “Letters to Evelyn,” reaching back to Rhea, the earth grandmother. All sound is grounded in the body, assembling a fruitful language punctuated by space, halting hastening exhilarating—a new, native mythology.
Read this book in the dark, with a flashlight. Read this book when you are open, really open to the world, to your world, to language and rain. Anna Elena Eyre writes magnificent poems, poems that breathe and sing and imagine and paint. I am very grateful to her.
Anna Elena Eyre grew up on the outskirts of crumbling adobe commune Reality in Des Montes, New Mexico. Currently she lives in Albany, New York in the concrete of Empire’s detritus. She is deeply indebted to all of her teachers and is devoted to being in service of poetry for the rest of her years.
· Paperback: 100 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-091-0