I read two books on my ASTC trip to Tampa, Christian Bauman's as-of-yet unpublished The Night Door, and this book. There is now something about the experience of circling around Tampa on our approach that is imprinted on this book for me -- that intersects with the words when I open its pages.
This is another Heather Hughes find. Every time that girl recommends a poetry press on Facebook, I end up with three books on order. (Always three, what is that about?) This is the second I read from my YesYes Books order. I admit I selected this book mostly for its cover as well. (Not so much else to go on, ordering from a website, but clearly, whoever is doing cover design over there is doing a smash-up job.)
I like these poems. Mortara clearly geeks science and space. There are a couple of experiments with forms -- two sort of flow charts, one paper fortune teller. I love these. I like the poems that are instructions for experiments.
There is a line "If anything my heart is keeping the earth at arm's length." For a moment I think that all these poem's are at arm's length. But of course they are. How else do you hold a city in your hands, a house, a planet? But he is also in the forest, toes in the sand. I find myself reading these poems over and over again, and my body is in them, my mind.
So happy to have found this.