It is fashionable, and also true, to say that marriage can erase one’s sense of self. But I am interested in how a domestic union can also elucidate the self, sometimes throwing it into frightening clarity. One way it does this is through the intensity and wonder of watching someone else process the world, which allows one to escape, and also understand, the self in the same way literature does.
Corey Van Landingham on "Reader, I" |
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Keith Kopka Interviews Carl Phillips
"I moved the titles around, and when I looked at the table of contents that resulted, I could see how this strategy meant that there was a chiastic interlocking effect–it stitched the three sections together almost physically. And it seemed to me that this made sense on one level, because there are certainly recurring motifs across the sections, but also on another level it seemed to me to say something about the nature of memory itself....for me, the effect of the ordering is kaleidoscopic."
via THE ADROIT JOURNAL |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Martin Mitchell on Carol Ann Duffy's The World's Wife
"In a way, though, the mundanity of the real story gets at the heart of The World's Wife: throughout the book, our meticulous cultural inheritance—our gods, our legends, our myths, our grandest stories—are stripped of their sheen and recast on a smaller, human scale. The collection is comprised of a series of dramatic monologues from the perspectives of the women who have been sidelined, overlooked, omitted." |
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