It’s difficult these days to find any sort of public life that offers much joy. So “Dragons” imagines a communal experience through an invented ceremony, watching the migration of mythical creatures. It owes a bit to Tang dynasty poems, and more (in perceptual details) to my notes from the solar eclipse on August 21, 2017. My note from this year’s eclipse: “Dusk and dawn in every direction.”
Devin Johnston on "Dragons" |
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"The Myths of Anne Carson"
"Appearing after almost a decade in which her major publications have been reimaginings of ancient Greek dramas, Wrong Norma, like Carson’s earlier work, engages with the classical world through literary collage. Characteristically, she pastes various scraps from ancient literature alongside samples from contemporary culture and fragments of her own experience. The new collection combines all her usual genres of writing: so-called 'short talks' and mini-essays, jokes and anecdotes, shards of memoir, and playfully inventive translations from the ancient Greek, along with visual art."
via THE NATION |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Orchid Tierney on "a field guide to future flora"
"however distributed vegetal cognition is, plants are nonetheless remarkable sensing and sensate beings, who invite speculation as to who we—the weirdos of this world—are if we are not already communal thinkers. so: to look upon a plant with an appreciation that its own mind is radically different is a terse exercise in the acceptance of its unknowability." |
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