A Poetics of Questions: The Bower by Connie Voisine
To learn is perhaps Voisine’s primary goal in writing the poems in The Bower.
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Join NOW!To learn is perhaps Voisine’s primary goal in writing the poems in The Bower.
...moreBut look at this poet-speaker speaking the unspeakable!
...moreAnd if you ask of her to come to you, her answer is refusal.
...moreViolence can be turned around, turned into pleasure, or an act of freedom, or an act of defiance.
...moreIn its imagery and mood, the collection feels distinctly April.
...moreThese writers expand the meaning of the word home by virtue of their lives and their writing.
...moreLanguage enacts violence through manipulation.
...moreBarbara Berman reviews four books in her 2020 Holiday Poetry Shout-Out
...moreThe pages of Alexandria Hall’s debut collection, Field Music, are liquid.
...moreIf you’re going to Hell, bring a good guide.
...moreWymer is grappling with survival, with the cost of the duplicity of identity.
...moreFigures from antiquity—those masks of learned, privileged poets—are rendered utterly contemporary, down to earth.
...moreCould I be one of Smith’s homies? I would like to be.
...moreBarbara Berman reviews Every Day We Get More Illegal, Storage Unit for the Spirit House, and The Park.
...moreAgain, the red door stands open, allowing the world to enter.
...moreAnd so it is an exorcism, yes, but also a song.
...moreThese poems present a challenge to the typically imposed strictures of ownership, narrative, and solution.
...moreA democratic art, the poet says, will take us through. Come November, vote.
...moreNarratives, reflections—“bright particulars,” every one.
...moreEvery poem in I Live in the Country sells what it’s craving.
...moreTenderness lies between the sharp and the sweet.
...moreThese are not poems to read quickly, but to return to repeatedly.
...moreThe decision to have a child is fraught at the best of times.
...moreWe are liturgical animals, Toussaint’s poems suggest, designed to satisfy some ultimate desire with worship.
...moreSalt—the speaker’s only remains, after she dives into the ocean and sets herself free of the past.
...moreThese are not poems of self-pity. Far from it.
...moreFor Chang, figurative language proves unsatisfactory when compared to the depth of her grief.
...moreBodies become something to escape from or leave behind.
...moreIn this collection, women are “vesseled,” carrying the burdens of our culture.
...moreGrief sneaks up on you, and so does this book.
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