Located somewhere between fiction and reality, the animals of "Dogged" exist as both “creatures children see in their fevers” and “your one / good dream / in the night.” Inhabiting a space apart from time and narrative, the space of the ever-elusive now, these haunting poems probe animal consciousness and desire, as “howls float / like crocuses— / violet / and half open / to the unknown.”
Stacy Gnall on "Epithalamium" |
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"On Jana Prikryl’s Midwood"
"Dreams are settings congenial to these unpunctuated poems, many of which feel like dispatches telegraphed from an uneasy, sometimes panicked consciousness. If Prikryl has forfeited the elegant tristesse of The After Party and the ambient grime of No Matter, she has claimed for Midwood a rewarding dailiness. Our speaker wakes up; she goes to sleep; in between, she extracts insight from hardened habitude."
via LOS ANGELES REVIEW OF BOOKS |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Michael Kleber-Diggs on Sun Yung Shin's The Wet Hex
"Here’s what I didn’t even actually notice until I’d completed both laps through The Wet Hex—at a certain point I put my pencil down. I fell away from concern for craft and entered the poet’s world. For quite a while there, I forgot to think and felt my way through instead—guided by an expert, open." |
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