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My Feelings

Poems
Nick Flynn
. . . the take from his bank jobs, all of it
 
will come to me, if I can just get him to draw me
a map, if I can find the tree, if I can find
 
the shovel. And the house, the mansion he
grew up in, soon a lawyer will pass
 
a key across a walnut desk, but even this
lawyer will not be able to tell me where this
 
mansion is.
 
—from “Kafka”
In My Feelings, the author makes no claims on anyone else’s. These poems inhabit a continually shifting sense of selfhood, in the attempt to contain quicksilver realms of emotional energy—from grief and panic to gratitude and understanding.

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ISBN
978-1-55597-710-8
Format
Paperback
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Pages
96
Trim Size
6 x 9
The daring and intimate new book by poet and memoirist Nick Flynn, “a champion of contemporary American poetry” (NewPages)

About the Author

Nick  Flynn
Credit: Geordie Wood
Nick Flynn is the author of four poetry books: My Feelings, The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands, Blind Huber, and Some Ether, which won the PEN/Joyce Osterweil Award. He is also the author of three memoirs, including Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, which won the PEN/Martha Albrand Award and was adapted to film as Being Flynn. He teaches at the University of Houston.

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Praise

  • My Feelings offers no easy answers, yet the writing and the desire for transcendence make the journey compelling.”The Washington Post
  • “Flynn’s collection reminds us that feelings come from somewhere, often dark places, and they are not self-indulgent or gratuitous, but essential.”Houston Chronicle
  • “Flynn’s savage lines and elegantly unraveling syntax reconcile the personal, the cultural, and the unbearable with the vital, redemptive power of pain.”Interview Magazine
  • My Feelings overflows with grief, terror, anguish, guilt, and desire . . . stemmed by the levees of Flynn’s lean, precise, often uncapitalized and understated lines.”—Virginia Quarterly Review
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