My Fault (Paperback)

By Leora Fridman

Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 9780996316712, 86pp.

Publication Date: April 15, 2016

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Description

Poetry. Winner of the 2015 CSU Poetry Center First Book Competition, Selected by Eileen Myles.

"MY FAULT is brainy and organic, interrupting itself. In MY FAULT politics and intimacy are jousting for the planet. Through MY FAULT nature appears, wearing a beautiful stuttering naked poem you know what they mean. Yes." Eileen Myles

"When someone says 'my fault' it's usually just after something not so awful has happened; it's usually a little light-hearted, a little excusable. When Leora Fridman says 'my fault' it's not so simple as it is most welcoming. This new book introduces the poet as someone who is willing to be someone, not to hide behind so-called points of view or other concoctions of literary fastidiousness. There's an 'I' in this book and it's an 'I' saying over and over again here I am, how are you? This 'I' says 'We are only looking about // Who can say where the handle is / to this an opening door // Who can hit my switch?' Reading MY FAULT is like being with a new friend who has chosen to trust you with her thoughts about just about everything. It's rare a poet that lets herself be so exposed, so open for inspection, so unguarded." Dara Wier.


Praise For My Fault

"MY FAULT is brainy and organic, interrupting itself. In MY FAULT politics and intimacy are jousting for the planet. Through MY FAULT nature appears, wearing a beautiful stuttering naked poem you know what they mean. Yes."—Eileen Myles

"When someone says 'my fault' it's usually just after something not so awful has happened; it's usually a little light-hearted, a little excusable. When Leora Fridman says 'my fault' it's not so simple as it is most welcoming. This new book introduces the poet as someone who is willing to be someone, not to hide behind so-called points of view or other concoctions of literary fastidiousness. There's an 'I' in this book and it's an 'I' saying over and over again here I am, how are you? This 'I' says 'We are only looking about // Who can say where the handle is / to this an opening door // Who can hit my switch?' Reading MY FAULT is like being with a new friend who has chosen to trust you with her thoughts about just about everything. It's rare a poet that lets herself be so exposed, so open for inspection, so unguarded."—Dara Wier