Lots of elliptical play here to get to the complex heart(s) of the matter. Some of the collection is formalist exercise (eg: the abecedarius of “never not”), but what is strongest about the collection is that it’s this extended meditation on a conceptual world and its gentle recurring cast and settings and polyphonous latitude adds up to something menacing and really felt. Really strong long-poem (if we’ve got to call it something). I think maybe redundant in stretches, and, well, could’ve been a lot leaner, but am grateful for its excess too. Hard to come to a hard stance on it, but maybe once I’ve had more time to digest it and let things settle I’ll be able to.
Maybe my big concern is how one voice (aka the author) can claim authority to sooo many experiences, but in this oneiric elliptical space it feels less like it should be connected to authority, and more like a simulation of how many terrible things can happen while their many victims endure, detached almost, clinical? Poetry is kind of clinical. Great writing throughout, but still sometimes a little too poetic instead of discursive and direct. Still, it’s such a strong book. I think it’s worth reading.
“We were followed by a melancholy choir of spectral / admirers, but we learned to ignore them.../ Being female, / we had been taught to wonder when we would break off / into factions and assemble against each other. We waited / for the lies and betrayals to begin, and when they did not / we knew that, in this way, we had defeated the gunman.”