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Heat + Pressure: Poems from War (en Inglés)
Ben Weakley
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Heat + Pressure: Poems from War (en Inglés) - Weakley, Ben
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Reseña del libro "Heat + Pressure: Poems from War (en Inglés)"
In an explosive first collection of poetry, HEAT + PRESSURE, U.S. Army veteran and Tennessee storyteller Ben Weakley explores what it means to have gone to war.In 2018, as he was retiring from the Army, Weakley began participating in writing workshops with Rockville, Maryland-based Community Building Art Works (CBAW). The practice sparked in him a passion for creating opportunities for dialogue among "civilians" and "military" audiences through writing and literature."I wrote these poems on phone screens in the back of commuter buses and metro trains. I wrote them in notebooks on lunch breaks at work and quiet Sunday mornings before the rest of my family was awake," the poet writes. "At first, I wrote about combat, acts of war, and unprocessed violence. As I pushed myself further, I wanted to know more about why I had decided to go to war [...] I wanted to know what it meant for my life now. The words happened. I bore witness."◆◆◆◆THE WOODEN ELEPHANTS OF HERATI type Afghanistan into a search enginethat spits out words connected to placesand I get more places: Kandahar, Khowst, Gardez, Herat. I never deployed to Herat.But Herat is where a woodcarver cutscraps of walnut into two elephantsI brought home from the war to give my son.For eight years they roamed his room as he playedin the ivory carpet of his imaginationuntil the tusks, tiny as matchsticks, fell out.He is ten now. He does not remember teethingon my dog tags or holding my sweat-stainedpatrol cap in the Fort Knox gym the night I came home.He does not remember stopping the carto salute the flag when the trumpet played retreaton post. He no longer plays with elephants, and now I pack them into a cardboard boxwith faded uniforms and dusty boots-the relics we're unable to throw outbut no longer want to display.
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