The Friends of the Academy Library invite you to a reading and book signing by Matt Miller, Phillips Exeter Academy Instructor in English, in celebration of his new book of poetry The Wounded for the Water. The event will be held on Wednesday April 18th from 7:00-8:00 pm in the Library’s Rockefeller Hall.
Matt Miller is the author of Club Icarus, selected by Major Jackson as the 2012 Vassar Miller Poetry Prize winner, and Cameo Dinner: Poems (Loom Press). He has published poems and essays in Slate, Harvard Review, Narrative Magazine, Notre Dame Review, Southwest Review, crazyhorse, Third Coast, The Rumpus, and The Adroit Journal, among other journals. Winner of the 2015 River Styx Microfiction Prize and Iron Horse Review’s 2015 Trifecta Poetry Prize, he is the recipient of a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in Poetry from Stanford University and a Walter E. Dakin Fellowship in Poetry from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference.
Reviews for The Wounded for the Water
“The reality of drowning, and the powerful metaphor of it, inform Matt Miller’s lyrical muscular new collection. Although water, violent or not, is often the book’s setting, these relentless poems explore the pain and perils of tenderness, of friendship, our physical and moral vulnerability, the challenges of loving and being loved. As Miller puts himself at risk again and again, his poetry grabs me by the throat, breaks my heart, even makes me laugh—and, oddly, gives me hope.”
author of Forbidden City
“One needs read only a poem or two in Matt Miller’s The Wounded for the Water to sense we’re in the hands of a poet with tremendous control. There are musical moments so lush I hear echoes of Hopkins, coupled with a tender directness and images of clinical grit. Whether he’s offering the straight dope on the different suits boys try on as they audition for manhood, or meditating on what the rain can and can’t wash away, Miller takes us time and time again to the moment, as children, when the force of the world struck us, and we were left to examine the mark.”
author of Our Lands Are Not So Different