In Prathna Lor’s first full-length collection we are introduced to a unique voice in Canadian poetry. Moving fluidly between prose poems and more fractured, open verse, Lor meditates on voice, on disaster and on identity, pushing always against commodification, against a consumable narrative.
The poems in this collection have such a fascinating pace, I found myself reading them aloud and turning the words in my mind.
As usual with collections I didn't like all of them but the ones I liked I really liked. Preferred the poems from the first 2/3rds of the book than the last third.
Lyrical and surreal this reads like stumbling through a dream. Beautiful, but the lack of grounding and the authorial distance ultimately made it not quite to my taste.
I thought I could write woman, and someone had already said no. But the writing of the women is. --- Dangerous thinking in a time of porousness. Dangerous thinking in a time of possession. Dangerous thinking in a time of prostration. Dangerous thinking in a time of postulation. Dangerous thinking in a time of prancing. Dangerous thinking in a time of proclivity. Dangerous thinking in a time of pretension. Dangerous thinking in a time of panacea. Dangerous thinking in a time of protrusions. Dangerous thinking in a time of phylogenesis. Dangerous thinking in a time of pests. Dangerous thinking in a time of pirouettes. Dangerous thinking in a time of panache. Dangerous thinking in a time of the preterite.