“Sad Rollercoaster” is the opening poem of my new collection, "Let Our Bodies Change the Subject." Set in and around New York City, it chronicles the summer in which my daughter—question by incisive question—came to understand Death, in her own way.
Jared Harél on "Sad Rollercoaster" |
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"A Poet's Reckoning With What Poetry Can Do"
"Seuss, who turns sixty-eight this month, is a good poet with whom to settle into a conversation about comfort and endurance, about romance and love’s worth. The many accolades that have been attached to her work testify to her technical brilliance, her sharpness of language on a line-by-line level, how she can connect several ideas and images in a single stream. (In the poem “There is a force that breaks the body,” Seuss writes, “Joy / which is also a dish soap, but not the one / that rids / seabirds of oil from wrecked tankers, that’s / Dawn / which should change its name to Dusk.”) What has always drawn me to Seuss, though, is the crispness of her emotional acumen."
via THE NEW YORKER |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Liza Katz Duncan on "The Uncles"
"'The Uncles' are not actual people but attempts to personalize the tragedy of Superstorm Sandy through memories, anecdotes I had heard from neighbors and read in the news, bits of conversation, and places and images that continue to haunt me to this day. I chose the sestina’s six ending words to drive home exactly what was being lost, and what we continue to lose, both concrete (bay, fence, birds) and abstract (home, ways of knowing)." |
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