Description: Love Poems for Anxious People by John Kenney The continuation of the bestelling series, this time with hilarious new poems for anxious people. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the spirit of his New York Times bestseller Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children, as well as his wildly popular New Yorker pieces, Thurber Prize-winner John Kenney presents a hilarious new collection of poetry for anxious people.In the spirit of his New York Times bestseller Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children, as well as his wildly popular New Yorker pieces, Thurber Prize-winner John Kenney presents a hilarious new collection of poetry for anxious people.With the same brilliant wit and hilarious realism that made Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children such hits, John Kenney is back with a brand new collection of poems, this time taking on one of the most common feelings in our day-and-age- anxiety. Kenney covers it all, from awkward social interactions and insomnia to nervous ticks and writing and rewriting that email. Author Biography John Kenney is the New York Times bestselling author of the humorous poetry collections Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children, and the novels Talk to Me and Truth in Advertising, which won the Thurber Prize for American Humor. He has worked for many years as a copywriter. He has also been a contributor to The New Yorker magazine since 1999. He lives in Brooklyn, New York. Review "Kenneys sweet, funny poems about the banal and everyday—too-true nods to the intimacy of sharing a bed with someone without touching at all, or the nothing-speak of corporate communication—make great presents for spouses, friends, and work wives." —Vanity Fair"This is a collection of poems rooted in the day-to-day minutiae of lifes little stressors. Kenney is able to capture these moments with a comedic salve. There may have never been a moment when weve needed these more. Just like the daily affirmation app tells us: Today is going to be a great day. And Kenney, like us, knows that it is not." --Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star Promotional In the spirit of his New York Times bestseller Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children, as well as his wildly popular New Yorker pieces, Thurber Prize-winner John Kenney presents a hilarious new collection of poetry for anxious people. Review Quote "This is a collection of poems rooted in the day-to-day minutiae of lifes little stressors. Kenney is able to capture these moments with a comedic salve. There may have never been a moment when weve needed these more. Just like the daily affirmation app tells us: Today is going to be a great day. And Kenney, like us, knows that it is not." --Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star Promotional "Headline" In the spirit of his New York Times bestseller Love Poems for Married People and Love Poems for People with Children , as well as his wildly popular New Yorker pieces, Thurber Prize-winner John Kenney presents a hilarious new collection of poetry for anxious people. Excerpt from Book What to think if someone has given you this book as a gift Perhaps you are thinking, Hey. Someone has just given me this book and it has the word anxious in the title. Asshole. Dont worry. Just because someone gave you this book does not mean they think you are anxious or uptight or have "issues." But chances are you are anxious and uptight and most likely have issues. And no, that is not an insult. It is a compliment. It means you are very likely an interesting person. But also complicated and probably difficult to live with, even though you think you are easy to live with (a classic sign of someone who is difficult to live with). The point is to simply enjoy the book in the spirit with which it was given. Which most likely was a ploy to get you to see a therapist. Also to possibly regift it to a person you know who, like you, has serious emotional issues. What to think if you bought this book for yourself Good for you. It says a great deal about you that you would carry around a book with the word anxious in the title. Especially since you are not anxious. Oh sure, theres a little bubble of fear that sits in your stomach most days. But who doesnt have that? (Calm people.) Anxiety is a total stranger to you. Well, maybe not a total stranger. Maybe you see anxiety in the neighborhood from time to time. Heck, maybe you have welcomed anxiety into your home, had a coffee and a laugh. Well, maybe not a laugh so much as a question. And that question was about your persistent cough and whether you should have an MRI that very day. The point is to relax. Remember, you are not an anxious person. And you are holding a book with the word anxious on the cover to prove it. But also thinking that maybe you should return it and hoping youve kept the receipt. What to think if you borrowed this book from a friend or the library Really? You couldnt buy this? Im a freelance poet, for Gods sake. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the IRS to even recognize that as a real thing? Wow. WebMD It started out simple enough. A brief search. Kanker sore. Which I spelled wrong and now realize is a district in India as well as the Dutch slang for a very bad word and also, somehow, cancer. Which led me to a site that linked canker sores to cold sores showing how oral cancer lesions can mimic an open canker sore, symptoms of which include mouth pain and difficulty swallowing (both of which I suddenly had) as I followed a link to the definition of head and neck cancer which I did not know was a thing nor did I realize I was now at risk of it as a result of my mouth lesion/canker/cancer sore which often causes golf-ball-size tumors resulting in blindness, lack of motor function, and complete sexual dysfunction. Which is good to know. Then I looked up an earache I was having and it turns out I have two months to live or possibly a head cold. Eulogy We are here today to celebrate the life of Martin Greengrass father, grandfather, dear friend. And I, Nathan, his eldest grandson, have been chosen- honored, really- to give his eulogy. Where do I begin? Boy was he old. Also, apparently eulogy is from the Greek word "to praise." Or possibly "to die." Im not sure, as I just looked that one up on my phone. If I appear a bit nervous its because I am. The thing is I have never given a eulogy. But I wrote something last night and put it on my desk next to the work presentation I have later today to our agencys Coffee Mate client. And so what I have here is, in fact, my Coffee Mate presentation. The irony, of course, is that Martin loved Coffee Mate. The original flavor but also French vanilla, Irish crme, and our newest flavor, hazelnut. I would now like to open it up for questions about Martin as well as Coffee Mates marketing strategy for Q4. Here comes someone whose name I should know We have met so many times you and I. And yet I have no idea what your name is as I stand frozen inane grin on my face. Do you have a name? Here you come smiling calling my name as well as the names of my wife children and dog, Fortinbras. Which I kind of cant believe you remember. My God, youre almost here. And I will need to introduce you to the person next to me whose name may be Beth. Or Valentina. Im not sure. Heres a quick thought. Not about your name but about the urge I have right now to just start running. That would be a weird thing to do, though, at a childrens birthday party. But not as weird as what I do. Which is stuff two cupcakes into my mouth so as not to be able to speak but almost immediately choke spewing frosting on your face. Ohmigod, Alan, Beth/Valentina shouts. Alan. His name is Alan. Which I will now never forget. Am I meditating yet? Am I doing this right sitting here cross-legged trying to empty my mind or clear my mind or not think or just be. I forget which. The thoughts arent real according to the voice on the meditation app. Theyre just clouds floating by. Wait. Does that mean its going to rain? Whoops. Watch them go by. Soft, floating clouds. Smile at the clouds. Fake smile. Sadness. Whoops. Breathe. Be. Be late for work. Get fired. Never work again. Become homeless and die on the streets in your own filth. Or balloons, the voice says. Thoughts are like balloons. Gently pop the thought. But if you pop a balloon the sound is very loud and makes children cry. I hate that sound. Will I ever have children? Sometimes I am impotent in the bedroom. Deep breath. Day one, completed. Honest date Kate? Yes. Hi. Adam? Yeah. Hey. Hey. Wow. So. I dont know how to start a conversation. You have beautiful breasts. Do you want a drink? A beer would be great. Im having beer, too. Ha. Youre shorter than I imagined. So nervous. Ha. Are you laughing at me? I hate my own face. Have you been here before? To this bar? No. Nope. So Tina tells me youre in marketing? Do you like that? I hate it. But Im too afraid to leave because I have no self-esteem. You? Im not really sure what my company does. Sometimes at work I just sit in the stall in the ladies room and cry. My penis is small and shaped weird and looks like a baby turtle. I heard its supposed to snow later. I like snow. I love snow. I hate sex though. So . . . Thats a nice watch. Thanks. It was incredibly expensive and I regretted buying it almost immediately. I bought it to feel love I never received from my mother. But it is water resistant. I hate my sister so much. Want to share an appetizer? I use masturbation to avoid anxiety. Sure. Im going to stay seated, though, because I like to punch my thighs in the face, if that makes sense. Okay. Did I mention Im terrified of public bathrooms? This is so much worse than I thought it would be. Tequila? Sounds good. A friend hasnt texted me back yet and I am totally fine with that Its fine. Shes busy. Who isnt busy? Its just that its been a few days and it was an awesome picture of my appetizer at a restaurant. Whatever. Weird though. She could have at least hearted it. I mean, its a nice photo if you like arugula (which she does). Its fine. Is it though? Two days. Nothing. Well, a day and a half, technically. And she definitely saw it. Read. The text said Read. So I know she read it. And then ignored it. Or laughed. Laughed at my photo of my appetizer which, sure, appeared to just be arugula, but it also had beets and shaved Parmesan. And now Im an asshole. Maybe this nice-person faade was total crap. I should have trusted my gut when I initially liked her but then wondered if she was too nice. Shes a horrible person. And I should tell her that. Wait. A text from her. Finally. So hey. My grandmother died. That would explain things. Still. Commenting on my salad would have killed her? Incredibly relaxed at the beach with the kids Look at me relaxed at the beach with the kids slathered in sunscreen as I sit huddled under an umbrella large hat and T-shirt hiding all skin from the sun which I am enjoying but also deeply aware of its cancer-causing rays. The ocean looks lovely but also deadly. Riptides jellyfish sharks German submarines. Well. Not for some time now. But still. Get away from the water! I scream at the children without realizing I was going to scream. This is so much fun. The beach. Sand in my sandwich. I have forgotten my sunglasses and Description for Sales People The previous Love Poems For Married People was named an NPR best book of the year 2019. The New Yorker ran excerpts of both Love Poems collections and continues to be a huge supporter. Kenney was the winner of the 2014 Thurber Prize with Truth in Advertising. Represents an ideal addition to a growing wellness category as a lighthearted approach to mental health. Details ISBN0593190688 Author John Kenney Pages 112 Year 2020 ISBN-10 0593190688 ISBN-13 9780593190685 Format Hardcover Country of Publication United States DEWEY 811.6 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Penguin Putnam Inc Place of Publication New York, NY Language English Publication Date 2020-04-21 US Release Date 2020-04-21 UK Release Date 2020-04-21 Audience General NZ Release Date 2020-06-15 AU Release Date 2020-06-15 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:127284049;
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Book Title: Love Poems for Anxious People
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