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Stone Window
Poetry. Ann Robinson's rural America is hard, but like Flannery O'Connor, Robinson does not flinch in the face of it. Most of her poems are disturbing, but they are neither cynical nor sarcastic. They matter-of- factly represent the puncture where god has been. The shock of Ann Robinson's imagery is just one of many seismic impacts on a reader. The poems of STONE WINDOW issue from unexpected associations and points of view, upending assumptions about reality. In this remarkable collection, ignorance is only one of her targets; Robinson's poems are also self-mocking, funny, and magical. These lyric poems are tough, shot through with wisdom that hurts, as in love is what we survive.
76 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2014
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July 14, 2014
Stone Window, by Ann Robinson
In Stone Window, Ann Robinson shows her ability to climb into her subject, way down in, and become it. She is the period of a sentence, the old woman in the shoe, the exclamation point.
What she shows us, in surprising new ways, refreshes by its originality. Sometimes we are delighted, other times we are knocked flat, sometimes we step back and say, “let me read that again!”
Here we have mysteries, secrets, “the radiance of what is missing,” unexpected notions, “she was a hydrangea…”
Here we have a writer who can stand at a distance and observe even herself, without judgement, self-pity, always with keen perception. Certain lines stay with me: “I prefer to be loved by a word/than this familiar emptiness, ”or ”When I see flocks…I am less lonely, a language that never completes itself.” Stone Window’s heights and depths are where we want to be.
Donna L. Emerson
Author of “This Water,” “Body Rhymes,” “Wild Mercy,” Following Hay.”
In Stone Window, Ann Robinson shows her ability to climb into her subject, way down in, and become it. She is the period of a sentence, the old woman in the shoe, the exclamation point.
What she shows us, in surprising new ways, refreshes by its originality. Sometimes we are delighted, other times we are knocked flat, sometimes we step back and say, “let me read that again!”
Here we have mysteries, secrets, “the radiance of what is missing,” unexpected notions, “she was a hydrangea…”
Here we have a writer who can stand at a distance and observe even herself, without judgement, self-pity, always with keen perception. Certain lines stay with me: “I prefer to be loved by a word/than this familiar emptiness, ”or ”When I see flocks…I am less lonely, a language that never completes itself.” Stone Window’s heights and depths are where we want to be.
Donna L. Emerson
Author of “This Water,” “Body Rhymes,” “Wild Mercy,” Following Hay.”
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