When the manuscript that became Lise Goett's new book Leprosarium was chosen for the Winner Memorial Award of the Poetry Society of America, judge Toi Derricotte's citation said, "This is dangerous art, as serious as a heart attack, unsparing mostly of the poet herself, and as intensely rewarding as it is unsettling." Goett's poetry, infused with a bountiful vocabulary, is rife with extravagantly dramatic forms that take in the sweep of western art and religion via relationships between those with power and those who've suffered their commands.
I highly recommend Goett’s new powerful book of poetry. They are magic. Warning! Subtle facets of yourself may be stirred. You may yearn for more embodied moments. You may feel how awkwardly the soul fits in the winter coat of the body. Words dance across the page. Final lines haunt, like one of my favorites here from “My Antonia”: “There is nothing I would not do to make the troika lighter.” To understand, you will just have to read the book yourself.