A powerful new collection from poet, essayist, and frequent New Yorker contributor Lia Purpura Lia Purpura has won national acclaim as both a poet and an essayist. The exquisitely rendered poems in this, her fourth collection, reach back to an early affinity for proverbs and riddles and the proto-poetry found in those forms. Taking on epic subjects—time and memory, metamorphosis and indeterminacy, the complicated nature of beauty, wordless states of being—each poem explores a bright, crisp, singular moment of awareness or shock or revelation. Purpura reminds us that short poems, never merely brief nor fragmentary, can transcend their size, like small dogs, espresso, a drop of mercury.
I saw Lia Purpura give a presentation on one of essays titled "Shits Beautiful" and then I decided to try out her poetry. She is a beautiful writer and has the ability to write about the most simple things in the most beautiful ways. In her essay she talked about the bowel movement and how it actually is a beautiful and amazing process that our bodies accomplish. I picked up this book hoping there wold be similar themes and I wasn't disappointed. Purpura write about everything, from small weeds ("its precondition / is uselessness - / wrong in its place") to the bigger things like trying to prayer ("a more formal / attitude might work, / the way / a smaller suitcase / makes packing / less puzzling"). Her poems are worth reading over and over again. I would highly recommend reading her poetry and getting this collection on your shelf (and in your hands). It's simply beautiful poetry.
Minimalist and disciplined poems that grapple with the profoundly philosophical without getting lost in narrative. The poetry of elegance and restraint. A goldmine for the analytical brain. At the same time, many of the pieces here express a simple wisdom. A stunningly spare collection, one that I'll likely re-read.
Some of these read more like riddles, some of these lack context which seems to be the author's entire life and private thoughts. I don't always really know what she means when she says things and I don't think she really cares about that. but i don't think that's the point anyway so that's fine
This collection was exactly what I needed today. Sitting outside in the new spring weather, with its impression of rebirth, Purpura's poems read like a reflection of my surroundings. Her poems are "spare," as they say, pared down to the essentials. Many of them reflect on nature and beauty, and the gratitude we feel for witnessing it, but also the necessity of mindfulness. There's a vein of spirituality running through this collection that felt honest and unassuming; she doesn't impose a certain viewpoint on the reader, but rather invites us to speculate with her, whilst grounding that exploration in the concrete imagery of the mundane. She handles the topic of mental health similarly, by using metaphor to gently lead us to self-reflection ("Red Bird in Snow"). There is a sense of disbelieving but appreciative wonder throughout the collection. It's as if Purpura is on the cusp of exploring the absurdity of existence, but draws back and chooses to dwell in the tangible instead ("Early Spring"). This was such a grounding collection for me. It speaks with the voice of a dreamer, but one who holds tight to the little things in life. It urges us to be present, and above all, grateful.
No one home. Snow packing the morning in. Much white nothing filling up. A V of birds pulling the silence until some dog across the street barks, and breaks what I call my peace. What a luxury annoyance is. It bites off and keeps just enough of what I think I want to be endless.
I stumbled upon this while shelving in Poetry at work. The name struck me and the poem it comes from is incredible. Her language is fresh, clear and pervasive. What a treasure!
I finished this little volume of poetry while camping this weekend. I loved it so much that, although I had another book with me, I started reading through it again as soon as I hit the last page.
These poems are short, both in length and in line, but they're packed full of astute observations. Many feel more like koans, something to savor and ponder for weeks before you move on to the next. (I didn't do this, and instead read the entire book in a day -- probably unwise on my part.) Read these for sure, but take. your. time!
Dense, yet compact. Purpura reminds me of Kay Ryan, short, sweet and more than just "to the point". I found myself reading and re-reading, and each time seeing another facet on these diamonds. I'll be checking out more of Lia Purpura's poems!
What rupi kaur wishes her poems could be. This feels like what people think of as a poem - concise with deep meaning or unique takes on universal thoughts and experiences.