John Colburn • The Rope

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John Colburn • The Rope

$11.27

Poetry. 42 pages. March 16th, 2021

Cover art by Alyssa Baguss

The Rope gives American culture a hard look in the face and wins the staring contest, professing that love and joy are still the best weapons for dismantling the framework of oppression. These two long poems sing the body away from the electric and back to its universal strength.

Praise for The Rope:

“John Colburn’s The Rope is a documentary of the terror of now, a catalog in rapid-fire progression of the atrocities of capitalism and excess that have unfurled and finally fomented to an inevitable angry head in this early part of the 21st century. The narrator in these pieces writes from a position of numb optimism, knowing full well that while everything is terrible everywhere, just around the corner, things could be better, might be better, and therefore, one must keep pushing forward past a world of children in cages, poverty, class warfare, and everpresent skies full of dark radiation.”

—Holly Day, author of In This Place, She is Her Own


It’s tempting to liken The Rope to an elegy forged by emotional compilations of memoir, longing and nostalgia. But, the cumulative effect of this book outdistances such description. The two long poems that make up this book build with devastating force and understatement and exceed easy definition. Colburn is a gifted and conscious artist who trusts in the pleasures of language and the pleasures of thought and he’s not afraid to move in dark shadows. These are strong, unflinching poems, essential poems of witness in a dehumanizing time, which remind us despite our forgetfulness that without such poems to wake us to what we love and grieve, we are doomed to “becoming one sanitized object.”’

—Juliet Patterson, author of Threnody

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