The End of the Clockwork Universe: (Carnegie Mellon University Press Poetry Series)

A luminous new perspective on aging, science, and the tender strangeness of being alive. What does it mean to exist in a universe that refuses to stay still? In The End of the Clockwork Universe, Fleda Brown weaves together the vastness of cosmic discovery with the intimate textures of daily life. Ranging from quarks to catalytic converters, snapping turtles to black holes, these poems trace the mysteries of time and perception, offering a voice both unsentimental and deeply compassionate. With wry humor and unending curiosity, Brown walks the fine line between knowing and not knowing, between order and entropy. Her poems wander through scientific revelation and personal reflection and capture the quiet astonishment of existence. The End of the Clockwork Universe does not seek to solve life's uncertainties, but sings to them, leaving behind echoes of resilience and the sheer joy of paying attention.

Table of Contents:
I 11Wild Sweet Pea 12Walk I 14Sunday Morning 18Crime Novels 19The Worst Year in Human History 21Catalytic Converters 23Walk II 25Remains 27Someone Is Walking the Pig II 31Walking in the Spring Grasses 33Animals Solve Problem of Running Out of Places to Live 35Walk III 37Dead Flies 38Robin 39Walk IV 40Photo of Two Old Men 41Something About Old Women 43Granddaddy Long Legs 44Black III 51Ever-Fixéd Mark IV 63This Week 67Clothesline 68Nighthawks 69All Those Dead Trees 70The Scan 71Ducts 72Walk V 74Fugitive Dust 75Subtitles 76Water Bear, Phylum Tardigrada 77Snapping Turtle 78Wild Turkeys 80Walk VI 81Doctor of the World 82Paper Dolls 83The Graves of My Mother and Brother 84Walk VII 85You Thought You Could Make Things Be a Certain Way 86Walk VIII 87Bedtime V 91Walk IX 92The Astrologer 93Walk X 94About the Period 96The Hooded Merganser Cure

About the Author :
Fleda Brown is a poet and author. Her work has appeared in The Best American Poetry and has won a Pushcart Prize among many other accolades. Her recent memoir is Mortality, with Friends. Her earlier poems can be found in The Woods Are on Fire: New & Selected Poems. 

Review :
"In her essential new collection, The End of the Clockwork Universe, Fleda Brown echoes A. R. Ammons’s statement that 'a poem is a walk,' not only in her sequence of ten 'Walk' poems, but in all the poems, which move with a wandering gait and sensibility, in which 'every step is fearful / but so tender, like walking barefoot on rocks.' The tenderness is distinctly unsentimental, as it leads to reportage from the concrete wisdom of the senses. We associate the walk-poem with the natural world, and Brown is brilliantly adept at witnessing it, with humor and heartache, from the sweet pea to the snapping turtle, spring grasses to black holes, extending to us the awareness that much of what we tell ourselves about the world is projection, which comes 'bouncing back at us / like a mirror, while the tree or whatever goes on being / itself.' Brown is buoyed by the fact that things themselves go on without us and without our poems. 'You can only walk so long / before you start trying to fix the world, or yourself, / or you start thinking of the walk as medicinal, / or a quest, Dante-esque.' She comes to something else, here, a sort of empathic neutrality, even with a pile of dead flies, even as she contends with breast cancer. It is an awareness of delicate immensity and hopeless generosity. 'You’re not so much giving / a poem but singing like the cricket,' she writes, 'not because you’re headed hopelessly / downriver, but who’s left to sing, if not you?'” "How to begin praising the poems of this astonishing collection? With their capacious embrace of so much of the universe (catalytic converter theft, Halley’s comet, Oompa-Loompas, Finnish movies, quark physics . . .) that they finally become the universe? With their wry and courageous dead-on look at aging and at the body’s betrayals? With their introduction to 'Fleda-speak,' where the language you and I commonly use takes jaw-dropping turns like the staircase corners in Escher’s art? Yes, how? Well, I can answer that: Begin your praise with the book’s first poem, then every poem thereafter." "Vitality and entropy, knowledge and mystery—The End of the Clockwork Universe delves into the biggest of things. And yet Fleda Brown’s inquiries are always grounded in what’s creatural and close, in dailiness steeped in illumination. Often arriving at the truth that 'nothing can be absolutely solved,' Brown’s poems nonetheless keep looking, asking, and wondering. In a body of work that is now magisterial in its accomplishment, Brown has repeatedly shown that attention is at the heart of poetry. Attention to the real, to language, and to the imagination that transits between them. 'Instead of / answers,' one poem rightly claims, 'some sort of singing, / Kisses into the void.'”