Zachary Schomburg – författare

“The thing about killing is, like everything else, it feels as bright as love for just a flash.” The second volume in Zachary Schomburg’s Fjords series of evocative prose poetry, this is a collection that engages with dreams and a complicated and ever-evolving relationship with death. These poems bring together vivid and unexpected imagery—“a tiny light-pink fruit fly, the hot breath of a bear”—while pulling you deep into the mind of Schomburg, where thoughts like “finding a pair of scissors on the moon, or when I die, noticing my death notice me” are just part of the life that inhabits the inlets of the imagination.

The people of Pie Time are suffering from God’s Finger, a mysterious plague that leaves its victims dead with a big hole through their chests. In each hole is a random consumer product. Mano Medium, a sensitive, young cigarette-factory worker in love, does his part by quitting the factory to work double-time as Pie Time’s replacement barber and butcher, and by holding the things found in the holes of the newly dead. However, the more people die, the bigger Mano becomes.XO, the power-hungry corporation bent on overtaking Pie Time, and Father Mothers, the bumbling priest, have their own ideas about how to capitalize on God’s Finger. By contrast, and powered by honoring his own lost loves, Mano fights to resist this exploitation by teaching death to those who can’t afford to survive it. As Pie Time and Mano both grow irrevocably, Mano must make a decision about how he can best fit into his own life.With a large cast of unusual characters, each struggling with their own complex and tangled relationships to death, money, and love, Mammother is a fabulist''s tale of how we hold on and how we let go in a rapidly growing world.

A long-awaited new collection of poems by the beloved, surrealist poet with a voice like no other.Ever since the publication of his debut collection, The Man Suit, Zachary Schomburg’s perfect little gems of poems have been enthusiastically greeted by readers and have inspired young writers and poets to take up the craft (they’ve also inspired quite a few poem-themed tattoos along the way, too). Wool Moon, Schomburg’s seventh collection and his first after a five-year break, is signature Schomburg: imaginative, absurd, tender, and charmingly funny. Schomburg has said of his poetry, “Mostly I want my poems to generate their own energy through confusion. I want my poems to confuse the reader. Not a confusion in a cognitive or narrative sense, but in an emotional sense.” The poems of Wool Moon achieve this delightful confusion, turning the ordinary and the everyday on its head and finding light and curiosity in all they touch.

The Man Suit, a darkly comic debut from poet Zachary Schomburg, assembles a macabre cast of doppelgangers, talking animals and dead presidents in poems that explore concepts of identity, truth and fate. The resulting body of work walks a dynamic line—often reading like anecdotal fables or cautionary tales in the form of prose poems. Through it all, Schomburg balances irony with sincerity; wit with candor; and a playful tone with the knowledge of inevitable sorrow.

This follow-up to Zachary Schomburg’s acclaimed first collection of poemsThe Man Suit, is a book of skeleton gloves and skeleton keys—at once dark and playful. With loneliness and levity Schomburg takes the reader on a tour through a liminal world of dream-logic, informed by its own myth and folklore. Here there are new kinds of trees and new ways of naming the ages—jaguars and an abandoned hotel on the horizon. This book will crawl inside your chest and pump lava through your blood.

As one of the most exciting new voices in American poetry, Zachary Schomburg's previous books have enthralled thousands of readers with surreal landscapes populated by gorillas in people clothes, jaguars, plagues of hummingbirds, and even Abraham Lincoln. His poems have inspired art installations, shadow puppetry, rock albums, and string quartets. In Fjords, Schomburg inhabits the icy landscape, walking among all his little deaths as he explores the narrow inlets between the transcendent and the mundane. These are poems to be read by torchlight or with no light at all. As Schomburg explains, There is so much blood in the trees. It will be easy to fall in love like this.

In Zachary Schomburg’s own words, Pulver Maar is “is a collection of poems written between 2014 and 2018. Some of the poems are long, and some of them are short.” These are every bit the poems you’ve come to dream of, long for, and expect from Schomburg, where clouds fall in love and Bob the Buoy bobs in the center of the sea. They are playful but not all play; they carry a humanity and an acute awareness of what it is to try to make a life, whether you’re a mountain or dust or just a human.