JIM WHITESIDE Diana Damrau sings “Der Hölle Rache” in Mozart’s The Magic Flute
So give me the world then.
So give me the world then.
a noise capable of vibrating beyond the universeâs final heartbeat
A mime fell to the floor and pretended he was dead.
Michelle Peñaloza on Oliver de la Paz’s Post Subject: A Fable
Uncommon Prayer Kimberly Johnson Persea, 2014 Uncommon Prayer, Kimberly Johnsonâs third book of poems, is a book of transition in the deepest sense. Johnsonâs first two collections, Leviathan with a Hook (Persea, 2002) and A Metaphorical God (Persea, 2008) are erudite, strange, and ultimately affirming. Uncommon Prayer, however, transitions from affirmation to a more emotionally direct ambivalence. The arc is signaled in the first poem, âMatins for the Last Frost,â which opens with a lush description, in one languorous sentence covering eleven lines, of the imminent bloom of a tulip bulbââa leggy dishabille in lipstick.â Significantly, though this is a poem for Matins, we are not in the space of traditional Christianity. Church bells âraise their brazenâ âsomewhere on the other side of town.â How appropriate, then, that âMatinsâ is a liberated sonnet, dispensing with traditional rhyme and meter while adjusting the placement of the volta. What use is a form, after all, unless it fits a current need? Clearly, when the poem concludes, âeverything is about to change,â it means anything as well.
by Julie Larios, Contributing Writer âTwo cups in a cupboard. Someone looks in, I do not know which cup is which cup. Now someone looking in faints and falls to the floor. Someone on the floor wakes up. One of his feet has a fedora tied to it, the other foot is bound up in an apron; fatherâs hat and motherâs apron.â These were the words I encountered in 1966 on first opening The Very Thing That Happens by the poet Russell Edson. His prose poem, titled âSomeone Falls to the Floor,â goes on for another three paragraphs, but it was this opening that stopped me in my tracks. More, more, more â thatâs what I could hear the little rebelâs voice in my head saying.
Heaven from Steam, Carol Light (Able Muse Press, 2013) Friendship is one of the conversant pleasures of a literary life, and has rarely been reason (historically, at least) not to offer words of encouragement for a long-anticipated book. Carol Light is a friend of mine, one whose poems Iâve read, enjoyed, and argued with for years. Disclosure aside, itâs not familiarity with the poet which prompts me to report that Heaven from Steam, Lightâs first book, is a keen-eyed sonic boom of a debut. It is, rather, an appreciation for the assiduous, soulful orchestration of technique that makes this book stand out. A book of days unfolding over decades, Heaven from Steam is a substantial achievementâa sometimes searing, often soaring interrogation of love and longing in all its formsâcarnal and maternal, devotional and divine. Comparison with Mary Szybistâs Incarnadine, which explores similar themes in an altogether different register, is inevitable, and revealing. Each demonstrates the remarkable patience of the long viewâof the gradual, focused accretion of a body of workâthat I find more and more …
NOTABLE BOOKS (NW) – Fall-Winter 2014 The reviews included in this feature section were first published in our fall-winter 2014 print issue. Incarnadine, Mary Szybist (Graywolf Press, 2013) Readers have waited a long while for Mary Szybistâs second book, Incarnadine, and that seems right. In an age of gush and glut, Szybist works patiently; her poems exude painstaking care, every line fleshed out (or broken), every word placed (or erased), just so. I mean this quite literally: titles like âHow (Not) to Speak of Godâ and âOn Wanting to Tell [Â Â Â Â Â Â ] about a Girl Eating Fish Eyesâ demonstrate how in Szybistâs hands words both fill and empty out the spaces they occupy (in the breath, on the page). The effect is helped by the lovely, large-format book design, which amplifies the white space around each poem. And concrete instances, like the sentence diagram âIt Is Pretty to Thinkâ or the aforementioned star-shaped âHow (Not) to Speak of God,â embody the lyrical impulse to make the felt world visible with persuasive tact. But this is …
Plume Kathleen Flenniken University of Washington Press, 2012 — In the Fall of 2013, Kathleen Flenniken was awarded the Washington State Book Award for Plume. — Where I live, in eastern Washington State, I frequently see evidence of the legacy of the Hanford nuclear siteâin ads for homecare services designed for Hanford nuclear workers, on Richland High Schoolâs âhome of the bombersâ mushroom cloud jerseys, and at the Tri-Cities airportâs âThree-Eyed Fish CafeÌ,â which alludes comically to deformed fish caught in the nearby Columbia River. A waste management company near Richland has applied to the federal government for a permit to truck up to 500 tons of Mexican radioactive waste over interstate highways for incineration at Hanford and transport back to Mexico. The reactor that John F. Kennedy dedicated in 1963 has been licensed to produce electricity through 2043. At the same time, Hanford receives massive federal funding as âthe worldâs largest environmental cleanup project.â In Plume, her second full-length poetry collection, Washington State Poet Laureate Kathleen Flenniken opens a view into Hanfordâs complex history, …
Almost Invisible Mark Strand Knopf, 2012 By Justin Boening, Associate Editor for Poetry Northwest 2012 was a remarkable year for poetry. From Eduardo C. Corral’s outstanding debut, Slow Lightning, to Jorie Graham’s finest effort in years, Place, there was much that dazzled, provoked, and inspired. When pressed to make a choice, however, as to which 2012 collection could be called my absolute favorite, I landed firmly on a book of poems not even considered a book of poems by its author: Almost Invisible. Mark Strandâs most recent collection of short prose pieces (as he calls them) has all the trappings of his previous attireâthe infamously repetitive diction, the drippy nostalgia, and, of course, that hallmark debonair fatalism. But these poems are far from being placid guff. The poems of Almost Invisible are nimble and tonally varied, smart and introspectiveâthe epitome of Strandâs best late-period work. In an episode of the Poetry Foundationâs podcast Poetry Off the Shelf, Vijay Seshadri says of Strand: â…to some extent all of Strandâs poems are about the situation of the …