S. C. Flynn's The Color of Extinction Reviewed
In "The Oxygen Makers" we meet stromatolites, the oldest fossils on Earth. Their ancient wisdom insists that 'all we need is time'—time to develop sustainable technology and more respectful ways of living. Time to gift our descendants something more useful than a sepia postcard of despair, 'a world bleached of meaning.' Yet these poems also dare us to challenge this excuse. Perhaps we don’t have time. Maybe what counts is cultivating a more colourful imagination."
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What Sparks Poetry:
David Gorin on Life in Public
"The surface of the moon in winter is a figure for isolation. It could be a happy isolation, the kind that writers and artists often seek to do their work, which we often dignify with the name 'solitude.' Its 'winter' could imply what Wallace Stevens had in mind in 'The Snow Man,' a state in which one sees 'nothing that is not there'—that is, without projection or illusion. But that isolation might also be the kind that isn’t happy. It could be the kind that comes with being close to people in the wrong way, or the one to which you flee when you have experienced wrong closeness, where intimacy is a vector for harm." |
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