As if to heed Hecate’s rebuke, to show the dire glory of her art, Szporluk’s poems speak with a voice unhinged by an unyielding despair. Teeming with submerged violence and opaque anger, they swirl, futile, in the face of our helpless human finitude, “our speck of pig-universe.”
...moreSo this book isn’t totally obscure, having won the 1997 Barnard New Women Poets Prize, but Dark Sky Question by Larissa Szporluk still deserves a dose of the spotlight. A blurb from Gregory Orr describes Szporluk as a kind of wedding between Georg Trakl and Emily Dickinson; that’s apt, but I’d throw a poltergeist into […]
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