"Brock-Broido's talismanic words open into a magical territory of 'Domestic Mysticism' . . . A violently skewed portrait of the female poet and her Muse, a hyped-up version of Stevens and his interior paramour, locked in a soliloquy 'in which being there together is enough' . . . Something in Brock-Broido likes stealth, toxicity, wildness, neon--'perfect mean lines' . . . The poems lead off the page." --Helen Vendler, The New Yorker
"These poems are out of Stevens in the abundance, glitter, and seductiveness of their language, out of Browning in the authority of their inhabiting, and out of Plath in the ferocity and passion of their holding on--to feeling, to life, and to us . . . An astonishing first book." --Cynthia Macdonald
"Brock-Broido's brilliant nervosity and taste for the fantastic impel her to explore the obscure corners of the psyche and the fringes of ordinary human experience . . . The poems in A Hunger are original, strange, often unsettling, and mostly beautiful." --Stanley Kunitz
Lucie Brock-Broido was the author of four collections of poetry. She has received many honors, including the Witter-Bynner prize of Poetry from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the Harvard Phi Beta Kappa Teaching Award, the Harvard-Danforth Award for Distinction in Teaching, the Jerome J. Shestack Poetry Prize from American Poetry Review, two National Endowment for the Arts fellowships, and a Guggenheim fellowship. She was described as an Elliptical Poet by critic Stephen Burt.
This was my first introduction to LBB. When I first came across this, in 1998, it blew my mind. I had no idea one could integrate obsession the way LBB did. I was astounded by the beauty and the means by which she was able to categorize ideas and thought; collecting them really, like Walter Benjamin collecting books.
Liked: a little piece of everlasting life (11) Birdie Africa (5, about child in John Africa cult) Real Life poem References 36 things by Georges Polti (basic plots). And so long I've had you fame. (54) "move like spiders - into nightgowns"
"On the road that is not his road anymore I belong to whatever it is which will happen to me."
"Stay up all night if you have to, to avoid bad dreaming. It can hurt & I need you."
"All winter long, I've tried not to write to you. There is something too final to it I should think."
"By day, I will be light again. I will survive and outsurvive the hours. I will have done wrong in my sleep. I will have dreamed of fires warmer Fires smaller, much more beautiful. Far more hungry, worshiped, singed."
"I am a creature of the real world, even though you think I seldom choose to live there properly. I am an air-breathing sort: always cold at the extremity, never content with the heat that I have."
"No one will ever love you like you wanted to be loved."
"I am the kind of girl who calls from baths in old extravagant hotels."
"What I want is to sleep away an epoch, wake up as a girl with another kind of heart."
"It was a sunset of a certain alchemy of oranges with the blues of bruises healing."
"When it's time, I will look there For your name."
I loved discovering a new (to me) voice in this book - a wonderful blend of arcane treasures and tabloid luridness. Surreal without being hermetic, a series of bold but carefully crafted images - Brock-Broido sculpts rich landscapes out of words. I was grateful to her end-notes that described some of the stories behind the poems, which gave me a context and transformed the pieces into elaborate boxes to be unlocked and sifted through. I'm sad to hear that she passed away recently, but looking forward to exploring her work further.
Every line so rich as to fill the reader bloated yet asking for more. Evocative, endless, and such a plethora of voice I am hard pressed to pin the place of birth, the race, the variety of English of the poet, because she inhabits so many at once and they seem to doubt her as much as she regrets their creation. Delightful.
“Given my character, I will always be mercurial, a little sentimental, star-shaped & terrestrial divine by water, healed by air luminescent, inconceivable, a prayer a Jessica, I sing.”
Silent incantations, ornate feminine interiority, self dissolving into breath, and talismanic imagery. Word magic & ferocious hunger that satisfied my desire for doll logic and my unnamed nostalgia for locked diaries gifted by convent members.
I loved this book. Especially some of the first twenty pages of poems. I thought her diction and hold on language were utterly enchanting and depicted absolute understanding of who she was as a voice. Startling that this was a first book.
I liked this much better the first time I read it 30 years ago. I don't know if the problem is that it has aged poorly of that I've read other work like it in the interim so it doesn't seem as novel or fresh.
“I have gone into the fire & lived There. I told you in a letter You touch it only once, you watch it For awhile you enter the flame. The blue part of the scald, the part That mars the skin, remembering It will not forgive, forever. That’s a pretty thing.” — “Hitchcock Blue”
"Now you're gone too & that's one more Of us who won't go ragging into old age. Before you died, you confessed In violence that you would have this piece Of everlasting life any fool Can see that you are gone for good. I'm learning to be quiet Like a good passenger."
I read this book rather quickly. I may read again even though I sometimes read the poems 2 or 3 times. Brock-Broido is a master at bringing us unusual stories and certainly stretches my imagination and my vocabulary. I like her work very much. However, I really preferred reading Trouble in Mind more than A Hunger.
i liked but didn't love this collection. there was something about it that didn't totally click for me, although there were poems that i enjoyed & that i think captured something undefinable.