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Hannah Sullivan

    Hannah Sullivan is een geleerde wiens werk zich verdiept in de complexiteit van de modernistische literatuur en de ingewikkelde revisieprocessen onderzoekt die literaire meesterwerken vormen. Haar inzichtelijke analyses onthullen een diepe betrokkenheid bij de evolutie van poëtische vorm en thematische ontwikkeling, en bieden lezers een nieuw perspectief op de blijvende kracht van deze canonieke werken. Als universitair docent brengt ze haar wetenschappelijke strengheid en passie voor literatuurstudie in haar onderwijs, waarbij ze nieuwe generaties lezers en schrijvers inspireert.

    Was It for This
    Three Poems
    • Three Poems

      • 80bladzijden
      • 3 uur lezen
      3,9(724)Tarief

      Hannah Sullivan's debut collection is a revelation - three long poems of fresh ambition, intensity and substance. In Three Poems, readers will experience Sullivan's work with the same exhilaration as they might the great modernising poems of Eliot and Pound, but with the unique perspective of a brilliant new female voice.

      Three Poems
    • A hybrid new collection from the author of Three Poems—about London, terror, new motherhood, the Grenfell Tower fire, and how we live now. Hannah Sullivan’s first collection, Three Poems, won the T. S. Eliot Prize and the inaugural John Pollard International Poetry Prize. Was It for This continues that book’s project, offering a trenchant exploration of the ways in which we attempt to map our lives in space and time. But there is also the wider, collective experience to contend with, the upheaval of historic event and present disaster. “Tenants,” the first poem, is an elegy for Grenfell, written from the uneasy perspective of a new mother living a few streets away. Elsewhere, from the terraces and precincts of seventies and eighties London to the late-at-night decks of American suburbs, intimately inhabited geographies provide reference points and sites for revisiting. Nothing is too small or unlovely to be transfixed by the poet’s attention, from the thin concrete pillars of a flyover to an elderly peacock’s broken train. There is a memorializing strain in the forensic accumulation of detail, but there is also celebration, a keen sense of holding on to and cherishing what we can.

      Was It for This