A phrase that feels true when repeated aloud, but that does not become dogmatic—so much of my work, and of this poem, begins there. I need—still—to repeat those final lines, written first by poet Katie Schmid Henson, like a prayer.
Katie Marya on "A Response to the 2018 IPCC Report" |
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"On Diane Seuss"
"For Seuss the sonnet is also something like a rental car: a borrowed vehicle that allows you to visit life’s disappointments (which are often, even as disappointments, disappointing). A sonnet sequence—and that is what Seuss has written here, 127 sonnets that comprise a verse memoir—turns singular events into serial experience. Like a film, a sonnet sequence creates the animated illusion of life, even or especially in the impression it gives of what has been left out."
via LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Jennifer Atkinson on "Landscape with Jeffers and the Connecticut River"
"But how do we live with our knowledge and the emotional cloud of fear, guilt, anger, grief, and helplessness, a cloud that surrounds us, each of us alone, and all of us together? That cloud has become intrinsic to my ecopoetical work. Burdened with the beauty and loss and malicious awfulness ahead, weighted with the anxiety that hits whenever a winter day dawns without frost on the ground or another 'unprecedented' downpour rings in the gutter, how do I live?" |
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