In recent years discrete poems have emerged that all asked for the same title, “Please.” It denotes not a series but an unfolding of different forms of invocation : supplication : exasperation : susurration.
Kathleen Heil on "Please" |
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"Anne Carson Punches a Hole Through Greek Myth"
"Now, drawings are horrible enough, but notebooks are even worse, filled with a language and history and ideas. I have many, many, many notebooks. I once fantasized about ripping them up into little pieces and making a giant mural of all the thoughts I’d ever had in my life. But then I couldn’t decide how to use the backs of the pages."
via INTERVIEW MAGAZINE |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Susan Tichy on Jane Augustine's Traverse
"Spare, unselfconscious, nearly transparent, Augustine’s poems reach out to the things of this world like a ship whose constant soundings describe its own location. No part of her lived experience is excluded, so a reader may find herself meditating on a painting, carrying a backpack, searching for a homeless man under a scaffold, or pulled suddenly back to a parent’s death-night twenty years before." |
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