Reading these poems asks us, guides us, to read everything with our whole being.
“What does the act of committing your memories to a poem do to the memories themselves?”
An appreciation of the True Countess of the Enchanted Forest Of Flatbroke.
Lahiri is a priest who presides over its rituals of adoration, chanting the mantras of creation.
When all is said and done, the mountain grants no quarter to those who refuse to respect its dominion.
It accumulates, repeats, obsesses, this interest in Kollwitz’s work, always back to the physical shock of her art.
Dosa and Herzog invest their gaze on two decidedly different surfaces of the taut rope on which Katia and Maurice walk: the glow and the burn.
“The intimacy, yes. The kinship. Here is my poem; here is my mind.”
Fischer is a poet of unique ambition and intelligence.