& there's you still thrill hour of the world to love
New Measure Poetry Prize Winner
Free Verse Editions
Edited by Jon Thompson
What People Are Saying
In ' there's you still thrill hour of the world to love, Aby Kaupang constructs a new world order out of loss and erasure much like Christine de Pizan does in her medieval book The Book of the City of Ladies. Kaupang's poems erect a discovered city, still dripping with seawater from its retrieval from the depths of the sea. In this city, we see through the windows: what it is like to grow into becoming the parent of a differently abled child; what it is like to be a woman in this world. Her poems are kinetic and immersive; they draw you into their orbit. I ate this book up and left feeling like I had learned a new way to see the world. -Iris Jamahl Dunkle, author of West: Fire: Archive and Charmian Kittredge London: Trailblazer, Author, Adventurer.
An inventive, crisp-as-green-apple lyric impulse pours through these poems that rarely lose sight of Capitalism's power over locale: "dear makers of the machine." Aby Kaupang's ' there's you still thrill hour of the world to love is made of buffalo wind, a Western place, art, a family torn and bound lovingly by disability, Beckettian humor, and formal invention. But most central to this book is its striking concern with looking. Alternate vantages shift, a gaze burrows deep into a dark bodily interior. In these poems the intertwining activity of the visual and the verbal is so delicately woven, inevitable--shifting, darting like our powers of observation, perception, consciousness. A beautiful meditation, a collage of dual art, a distinctive music of "miracle and practice," ' there's you still thrill hour of the world to love is a book singing its resistance songs and love notes while looking back at itself as it coaxes us back to ourselves. Reading it evokes sensation, and many of them. "And" the book says, and "'." This book invites and invites. What an imaginative feat. -Gillian Conoley, author of Peace and Tall Stranger
Aby Kaupang's porous, supple poems invite the reader into spaces of existential neighborliness, spaces where homing instincts tether us to landscapes, other people, and other species in a palpable web of interbeing: "I too am a part of the snowy junipers ' the street lamp ' the evening" and "I too am a part of the core of the world." Each of these prismatic poems takes up its own utterances and revolves them, reprising and remixing phrases to preserve their errors and swerves, a process that yields language more pliable and tender, truer to human experience of hours, of time itself. -B.K. Fischer, author of Ceive and Radioapocrypha
About the Author
Aby Kaupang is the author of ' there's you still thrill hour of the world to love, Radiant Tether, NOS, disorder not otherwise specified (with Matthew Cooperman), Little "g" God Grows Tired of Me, and multiple other collections. She holds master's degrees in creative writing and occupational therapy. Employed outside of academia, she practices as an occupational therapist and nurse's aide specializing in treating neurodivergent and special needs children. Aby lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, where she assists in organizing an annual book festival, hosts the reading series, Every Eye, and has served as Poet Laureate. More information can be found at abykaupang.com.
