{"product_id":"freedman-lewis-trillium-bpb","title":"[11\/15\/26] Freedman, Lewis: Trillium Bsalm","description":"\u003cp\u003eKrupskaya Books, paperback\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: November 15, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublisher Marketing: \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"productDescription\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAstonishing, polyvalent, lyrical, but with an easy prosaic voice, Lewis Freedman’s\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eTrillium Bsalm\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003emakes an immersive and compelling argument, even through its homophonically translated title, for the healing nature of song (-cum-poem). Through a ‘mispunning’ translation of the Hebrew Tehillim (psalms), and with a sonically winning and intellectually engaging style, Freedman experiments with whether ‘emo and drastic’ tercets can remove bad energies from the world (spoiler: they can). –Julian Talamantez Brolaski\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDigressive, buzzy poems snake through\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eTrillium Bsalm\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003ein a stream of tercets. Cosmic and material realms conjunct in thorny tales of doubt and prophecy, and an everyday song sings of self-reflexive wonder at “this negation repeat \/ in my voice.” Transported to a disquieting universe of utterance, we note our own audacity to abide the enjambed line, the momentary conveyance of soul’s desire, the salve heard in the salvo. –Kimberly Alidio\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eEarly in this lovely collection of “mispunned translations of psalms” Lewis Freedman writes “understanding is useless \/ play is everything\" \u0026amp; in this edict the poems, fraught with real concern—some bleak testament—are also given their levity. Here we are plunged into a world of continual transmogrifications; heavens \u0026amp; ladders \u0026amp; buckets \u0026amp; keys, some ever-looming threat, some, possibly, saving grace in the movement \u0026amp; music itself. Freedman writes into this work a plea for the good \u0026amp; the simple “saying to my \/ mirror, let goodness \/ good the good \/ staying simple because \/ it’s simple\" \u0026amp; the playfulness here is fragile but insistent, the constraint of the tercets generates a momentum almost breathless \u0026amp; wheeling, as of flying. The whole project feels semi-mystical in its threaded touching between the surfaces \u0026amp; deeps of both ordinary \u0026amp; conceptual things, \u0026amp; carries within its virtuosic \u0026amp; delightful permutations the facticity of some respite hovering there. –Cody-Rose Clevidence\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Open Books: A Poem Emporium","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45774438006807,"sku":"9781928650515","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0004\/6497\/7956\/files\/1791569138-900.jpg?v=1792268468","url":"https:\/\/open-books-a-poem-emporium.myshopify.com\/products\/freedman-lewis-trillium-bpb","provider":"Open Books: A Poem Emporium","version":"1.0","type":"link"}