{"product_id":"newton-keith-revolutionpb","title":"[11\/05\/26] Newton, Keith: Revolutions Among Us","description":"\u003cp\u003eWinter Editions, paperback\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: November 5, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublisher Marketing:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOut of the crises of our moment, Keith Newton’s first book of poems roams across time to explore our conflict with forces larger than ourselves. Moving from the elegiac to the cinematic to the essayistic, the poems in \u003cem\u003eRevolutions Among Us\u003c\/em\u003e draw on the many forms the past can take, as personal history diverges from collective memory. Newton’s childhood in a psychotherapy cult in New York informs the book’s struggles with belief and ideology, indoctrination and control, questioning our ability to interpret the world around us or to disentangle our thoughts and desires from those of others.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIf a single sentence could describe a human life, it would be this one: “Once again you’re alone in these investigations, and the point, as usual, is not to lose your way.” There is an eeriness to these metaphysical reflections, as if Newton has succeeded in drawing a map of the inside of an ever-questioning mind. The end goal isn’t a place or even a state but the sense of knowing and of having been known. I would, if I could, quote every line of these intriguing poems. —Mary Jo Bang\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“There are revolutions among us, \/ but no names for what’s been overturned,” writes Keith Newton, thereby naming a feature of post-war capitalist America and its ongoing admixture of distracted desire and moral malaise. For Newton, the poem offers an “instrument” to map small and large histories, even if it’s simply to discover a detail that stayed disorientation. Here, there is always “a word to enter, a former name.” —Christian Hawkey\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eInhabiting a psychic space where the “I” has been stripped of autonomous identity, Keith Newton claims, “I am a stranger like other strangers.” Except—this poet, a virtuoso at creating narratives while simultaneously shattering them, reveals that like history embedded in architecture, meaning insists on radiating past the edges of structures that attempt to control it. Here, in the “garden where every path leads to a folly,” among impasses, rumors, and evasions, we find poetry articulating what, by other forms of communication, is refused utterance. —Karla Kelsey\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNewton finds our world layered with shadows from which we must build sympathies \u0026amp; joys, knowing in advance they too will fail, \u0026amp; further knowing that failure doesn’t make joy less joyful, nor less honest. This book wrings hope \u0026amp; understanding from the shadows. —Mathias Svalina\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNewton’s poems ever approach a deep reckoning with the fraught, historical self, toward a recognition that nothing can ever be fully understood, known, or even grieved: the analysis never ends. —Bianca Stone\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Open Books: A Poem Emporium","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45407467307031,"sku":"9781959708216","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0004\/6497\/7956\/files\/1785751246-900.jpg?v=1786826222","url":"https:\/\/open-books-a-poem-emporium.myshopify.com\/products\/newton-keith-revolutionpb","provider":"Open Books: A Poem Emporium","version":"1.0","type":"link"}