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'These poems know a great deal about beauty and violence: ’twenty years / was about as much good as / circling / a black eye’. Kylie Gellatly shows us what vividness is, how it lives in our shapes, our pain, our imaginary (and real) selves: ’man taken / to be a trench / that might have been a cannon ball’. This poetry composes musics with silences. It is both a song and whisper, an erasure and exhalation. It is both a journey across us, and inward: ’the ship was the rib of reason / [...] the ship was beginning to be an alarm / the ship was right there on the floor while this book was written.’ Herein history is envious of a dreamscape. And yet: the dream aspires to be dailiness, and fears it. Which is to say: this is a book of fevers the likes of which you feel most familiar with, yet have not seen before. Recognize yourself in them.'-Ilya Kaminsky, author of Deaf Republic'Musical and deeply felt, these poems-untitled and running wild-chase down the heart. No tangible space is without the immaterial here. The Elements are resilient, and I feel pushed and pulled by them. Gellatly’s debut book is beautiful, haunted and mystical. Her poems are like ’the strange contrast between death and dawn,’ and ’the fool’s divine spark / forever coming loose’ in the reader’s hands.'-Bianca Stone, author of The Möbius Strip Club of Grief'In Kylie Gellatly’s The Fever Poems, water is silk that rubs against the night. Events are figments of the speaker’s imagination and graves shape time. Extremely contemporary in their fixation on illness, isolation, and anxiety, these poems spill down and across the page like slate off a cliffside. There is an unwavering generosity to the introspection of this speaker: through her eyes, floating ash becomes ’hundreds of baled papers, bent up like two bears dancing.’ This is a collection that understands and beautifully, painfully relays that what we have-with each other, with the land-is ’the last of the last.’'-Taneum Bambrick , author of Vantage'’I was sore at heart,’ writes Kylie Gellatly in The Fever Poems, and the reader is invited into a sprawling, curious, visionary, deeply empathetic, epic debut. Her poems shine goldly in the space between elemental earth-salt, rock, wind, weather-and the human, conscious choice of living. With echoes of Jorie Graham and W. S. Merwin, Gellatly navigates the complexities of language, ’a pledge made / into paper / weathered / in our hands,’ ’choked with the monsters of parentheses’. This is a collection for our time of pandemic, uncertainty, and an urgent need for a revision of our relationship with the natural world-Gellatly recognizes the swinging pendulum of power between the earth’s force and human interference, and, without castigation, illuminates us.'-Jenny Molberg, author of Refusal'Kylie Gellatly’s The Fever works like a ship, navigating the tempests of our fragile moment. The poems enact a wandering/wondering through fire and fog, investigating meaning through a naturalist’s lens, balancing an elemental pull with the fierce heat of being human. This collection is an invitation to a sensorial meditation, one where fever is less a symptom of sickness than a door to discovery.'-Erin Adair-Hodges, author of Let’s All Die Happy
