Carrie Hunter's VORTICELLS is a concentration on art like few books of poetry can do. What I LOVE about this books is how she gives us GUT instead of rote documentary. You get to FEEL the poem to FEEL the poet's experience with the art!
And she lives in one of my FAVORITE art cities, San Francisco, home of my FAVORITE Rothko (in the SFMOMA), which I think of often, and especially when I'm in Philadelphia looking deeply into another favorite Rothko on the wall.
I love this excerpt from VORTICELLS:
son as self as shadow as token not knowing other really is other cannot be formed, willed, created
we are not shadows of our selves but selves of our shadows
come fully formed, fully othered
elegant dreams whisper to each other wishing to be us, to uncurtain themselves
thistle glisten when unshadowed we glisten when unshadowed
cheap satin drops down slips around our bodies listen
It's also a HANDSOME looking book, and a fucking bargain at ONLY $6, so, you're a FOOL for not snatching a copy while they're still in print!