I hear, here, a remembered crying. I scrape forgiveness from Ohio to Ohio without a sound. I am in the bearable deepness of Ruth Awad’s latest poetry collection, Outside The Joy, where inquiry is a crop unjudged for the blueness of its yield. I want to tell you where I am that you know I’ve disappeared. Loss is an animal changing search parties in a museum dedicated to exhibiting the same, held differently, gun. This is a verse of hidden performance and dark display. Mother, sister, place, peace. Awad is a poet of the between-life, of old anger and resettled cure, and works this work into one of unmarked resettings to love the world with burnt care. How else, how else. Inside the inside, it shapes answer with response, and whole gods lose muscle to the memory of carried creatures.
I've admired Ruth for years, after meeting her at a reading another friend was reading at during AWP. It's been such a pleasure to read so many of the poems in Outside the Joy as they were published in magazines, and to now hold them in my hands. It's a stunningly moving collection--accessible, direct, sassy at times and always full of heart, bite, the desire to keep living despite all the personal and world tragedies. I was moved often, and am already going back to reread many of the beautiful poems here.
I want to be a better animal. I want to love what I can while I can
really beautiful stuff. poems about loss and grief primarily, both the personal (the author’s mother, dying from a heart ailment; her small dog) and the global (our polluted, plastic-slicked planet). elegiac and aching. i’m glad that i picked this one up on a whim!
An incredible, compelling, beautiful collection of poetry. I devoured it in one sitting. There are many standout poems, but my personal favorites were “Reasons to Live” and “in the gloaming, in the roiling night.” The line “O, windless, wingless sky, show me your empire of loneliness, let me spring from the jaws of what tried to kill me”? That line lives in my head rent free. I feel it resonate in the heart of me.
If you are a fan of poetry, please read this collection. You won’t regret it.
Overall a fascinating book. I personally found it hard to cut through some of the lush literary webbing, but the stories of loss and love in here outshine any excess.