This poem is one of a series of interstitial "Flesh" poems that thread through the "Skeletons" acrostics in my new book by that title. I'm never very good at commenting on my own work, but Lara Glenum does it brilliantly here.
Deborah Landau on "Flesh" |
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"After Nearly Four Years, Manhattan's Poets House Reopens"
"Arnold places a great emphasis on 'building trust in the community and supporting the artistic vision of exactly the people who felt excluded,' he said. 'I am a person who has been held out from literary spaces as well. So that's something that I often think about when I'm thinking about how to build a programmatic vision for the community: Who are we missing? Who feels unwelcome, and how do we change that?'"
viaPUBLISHERS WEEKLY |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Sandra Lim on "Black Box"
"My poem, 'Black Box,' is beguiled by the metaphor of the black box as a way to broach the world, the people around us, and our own hearts. Part of that beguilement also has to do with the very limits of the black box metaphor itself; conceptual orderliness of a certain way of thinking can imprison us in a limiting framework—the black box is itself a black box. One way out of this is to construct more conceptual frameworks with horizons of possibility going far beyond what we hold to be true, or at least, visible." |
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