Raw and visceral writing from the earliest days of the AIDS pandemic. I was especially moved by the poets who were writing during their last days, tackling fear and death and prejudice head on, knowing their contributions could be both testimony and legacy.
This book is a time capsule — reading it three decades after it was written provides a lens into the real-time emotions of poets at the height of the AIDS epidemic.
I remember reading this when it first came out. I thought a copy but it disappeared. This is a beautiful collection of poets writing about AIDS. My favorite is Mark Doty's. It's a poem I cannot read without choking. All of that loss and all of that beauty!
This anthology of AIDS poems outlives many of its contributors. Published in 1992, the 116 poems that make up Poets for Life shine with accuracy, courage, honesty, and relevance. Though with hindsight I might not agree with Carol Muske's assertion that the elegy has been reshaped, the content here is new and unmistakably true.
If you're looking for authors, see Mark Doty, Jean Valentine, the one and only Ginsberg, the late Paul Monette, and many others. The volume contains a variety of styles, although it doesn't seek to offer comprehensive coverage of form circa 1992. However, you'll be shaken by Edward Hirsch's flaming lament for the Black Death as much as this offering by James Purdy:
I have seen your hands asleep the veins are talking to me as you lie your hands are white as salt they invite the lips and even the teeth the salt-white hands that lie on the quilt command a terrible kiss.