Presents a journey, a search for the meaning of home, drawing together poems from all his Bloodaxe, Faber and Peterloo collections. It includes his Whitebread-shortlisted Wasting Game-poems on his daughters anorexia. schovat popis
"Exciting mystery about a photo booth with a sinister yet seductive power. It began as a game the four of us, winding each other up with those stories about the photo booth down at the station how it could see things about people things they wouldn t want to know about themselves. But once you ve started, you can t stop. And by the time we realised it was serious deadly serious then it was too late."--Publisher.
The medieval Mappa Mundi showed the real world hedged about with wonders. Philip Gross's new poems are as vividly observed and sometimes fabulous as the traveler's tales of antiquity. Like those creatures in the margins of old maps they are hybrids of real longings, truth and lies. Each is a journey, open-ended and surprising, giving glimpses of the Middle East, the Pacific North-West, or a Europe of lost spas. These poems explore the spaces that can open between buildings in a city street, in the shifting lights of love aging, or in the gaps between words. Heady and sobering, unsettling, celebratory, they come home with findings from the real world of the senses, heart, and mind. A Poetry Book Society Recommendation.
Contains meditations that move with subtle steps between different shifting grounds and those of the man-made world, the aging body and that ever-present mystery, the self.
The zero at the heart of these poems is not nothing - not simply absence, forgetting or loss, though there are moving elegies among them. This is a not- quite-definable zero that gives surprising edge to life and language round it.
This is an exciting and thought-provoking celebration of all that is extraordinary in the natural world, that includes fascinating information about the creatures depicted.
After the explosion at the shopping centre, Max is quick to confess. He did it. He planted the bomb. So when the police discover that there was no bomb-just a gas explosion-there are many questions to be asked. Who is Max and what is he trying to do?They're the questions Clio finds herself asking, too, when she starts to get to know Max. She's been asked to help get through to him-but almost before she realizes it she's been caught up in his lies. Now they're on the run together, hiding from the police-but why does Clio stay with him? She can'teven explain it to herself. And as she becomes less and less sure what is truth and what is lies, so events spiral ever closer towards a dramatic, violent end . . .
Paris is on a trek in the Himalayas with her uncle and her uncle's friends. On the way they come across a young Tibetan monk, Tahr, who reluctantly joins their party as his protector has died in an accident. This work is told in a lyrical style by Philip Gross, a well-known poet for both adults and children.
This book investigates the biblical and theological basis for the classical division of biblical law into moral, civil, and ceremonial. It highlights some of the implications of this division for the doctrines of sin and atonement, concluding that theologians were right to see it as rooted in Scripture and the Ten Commandments as ever-binding.
The sea that is always in sight, between us and beyond us, becomes a metaphor in Between the Islands for conversations between separated friends, but it is also the real sea of this planet, used and abused and in need of our care. Between the Islands is Philip Gross's 21st book of poetry, and his 11th from Bloodaxe.