The first poem in each of my books is the first poem of that book. Once it comes to me, I can mysteriously begin to write the whole book. “Findspot Unknown,” is the opening poem of "Fierce Elegy," it is an archaeological term, and it allowed me to accept that the poem is indeed an artifact of an unknown origin. A “real” mystery as it were.
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Poet Joyelle McSweeney on Turbulence
"The mandate for gratitude abounds in our current moment. Every throw pillow demands it, every coffee mug, every tee. For many, gratitude is a guiding star, allowing one to correctly orient past to future, to keep one’s preciously assembled raft moving forward toward some shore./ But not for me. I cannot coax it from my throat./ And so I remain at sea, in turbulence."
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What Sparks Poetry:
Brian Teare on Other Arts
"In exceeding the frame of visual description, ekphrasis in the expanded field refuses to dwell only on the surface experience of visual art—or film or dance or music. Going outside of the frame and beneath the surface, it engages with another art by reconceptualizing and recontextualizing it: in its historical and cultural and subcultural contexts, its critical reception, its making and materials." |
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