Comments on: Patricia Lockwood: “History of the House Where You Were Born”

By: Hank Rodgers

Hank Rodgers — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 21:13:23 +0000

“Love Poem…” in the November 28 New Yorker: absolutely remarkable!
[And, thus, these remarks.] I had not heard of you, but have now; and this is one for the “Best American”. Will be looking for more of you; remember to save some for yourself.

By: JK

JK — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 05:48:24 +0000

Some of her other poems online — the recent one in Colorado Review, like this one, is Amaze:

http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/features/factories-are-everywhere-in-poetry-right-now/

http://www.theawl.com/2011/12/two-poems-by-patricia-lockwood

http://www.pankmagazine.com/two-poems-17/

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/241122

By: Nathan McBride

Nathan McBride — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 17:27:13 +0000

I keep turning around and looking at this poem over my shoulder–I wanna read it but am not ready to let go of Love Poem Like We Used To Write It which I have tanked myself up on this morning, and a few other times; since it is what brang me here I feel a little bit like we should leave together.

A newly discovered extra hour of the day, previously unknown Replacements album, forgot and re-found small pile of doubloons, etc. could not delight me more than knowing there are a few more of these out there, thanks writer.

By: Ana Bozicevic

Ana Bozicevic — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 04:08:20 +0000

I look forward to ringing the bell at Patricia Lockwood’s inauguration into the Painted Pantheon. If you wish to prevent the ceremony, you will may feel the horn.

By: Rebecca Loudon

Rebecca Loudon — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 02:10:16 +0000

Ms. Lockwood, as usual your imagination is stark, engorged, wild and fascinating. The Observation Car roaming in herds will stay with me. This is what I look for in poetry. Something to push me out of the confinement of my own desire my own writing.

They believe they are still the body of their animal,
strung and stood up with wire, filled with fat

This poem is a bell ringing out. Thank you!

Rebecca Loudon

By: ali

ali — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 22:01:01 +0000

Tony- if you dismiss entire genres of contemporary poetry but don’t have specific criticism or exhibit that you spent any time at all with the particular poem you’re commenting on, why comment at all? why read?

Stick to what you know and nothing will offend you and you probably won’t run the risk of offending anybody either.

By: Kaya Rose

Kaya Rose — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 20:22:16 +0000

Your poetry makes me talk in quiet expletives to myself–
IT IS JUST THAT GOOD.

Thanks.

By: Anthony

Anthony — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 19:33:03 +0000

Hi,

I guess I am too old, and not familiar at all with the poet’s expression that is called poetry. It seems that putting lines into a narrow column is the criteria. Poetry of old was written in Stanzas that bore complete thoughts or at least were followed by a stanza that completed the above stanza. Some of the poetry by exquisite poets at least had a rhythm, were not typical, but at least understandable to a limited degree depending on the times in which they were written. There is also such a thing as free verse, and maybe that is what it is all about. I really don’t know what the poet above is driving at: the past atrocities of whitemen??? Maybe. Is she of Native American descent??? If so, perhaps I am right. I would like to have known what point was she trying to put across. It is not really necessary. I don’t understand and I don’t care for the overall composition.

Maybe it is because I am rather limited in my degree of knowledge of this country or of far past times. I mainly majored in Science, not social, but biological. I just don’t get modern poetic expression because it seems to follow its own rules. That is about it,and I do write poetry most of it with a degree of recognizable old fashioned rhyme. I am not saying because of that it is good.

I suspect my poetic expression would not be of any interest to a publication of your nature. Thanks for reading, hope I did not offend anyone, not meant too.

An Old Guy in His 70′s,

Tony