Davis’s poems are empowering and vulnerable, honest and embodied.
In Late Summer Ode, Olena Kalytiak Davis writes from a heightened state of ambivalence, perched between past and present tensions. With Chekovian humor and metered pathos, from a garden in Anchorage not pining for Brooklyn, these poems “self -protest, -process, -recede.” Davis is a conductor of sound and meaning, precise to the syllable: a commanding talent in contemporary poetry.
American poet Olena Kalytiak Davis was born in 1963. She is the author of two poetry collections: 'And Her Soul Out Of Nothing' and 'Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, And Other Off-And-Back Handed Importunities.'
Her first book won the Brittingham Prize. Her other honors include a a 1996 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award in poetry, and a 2004 Guggenheim Fellowship in poetry.
Her poems have been published in literary journals and magazines including AGNI, Field, Indiana Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, New England Review, Poetry Northwest, Post Road Magazine and in anthologies including 'Best American Poetry 1995' and 'Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century.'
She is a first-generation Ukrainian-American, and grew up in Detroit, Michigan. She has since lived in Chicago, Lviv, Paris, Prague, San Francisco and the Yup'ik community of Bethel, Alaska, and she currently lives in Anchorage, Alaska.
She was educated at Wayne State University, University of Michigan Law School, and Vermont College of Fine Arts. She is also a contributing editor at 'The Alaska Quarterly Review.'
Reading OKD always feels like a puzzle game. Instructions:
1. Find the part of the poem (or collection) that makes sense right away. 2. Identify the theme and meaning of the piece. 3. Start unraveling the rest. 4. Feel.
I hope I circle back to this whole collection in 50 years. I loved it all, and I know when I have lived a full life, it will devastate me all the more.
And to think I anticipated this read so much, saving it specifically for the end of summer, only to end up not liking it at all ?? 🥲 No maybe that's a bit harsh, I'm still glad I got to read poetry written by an author of Ukrainian descent, and I enjoyed the few nods to Slavic literature. But overall the collection read like very edgy contemporary American poetry, and I realize that's a genre I don't really gravitate towards anymore....
Like most contemporary poetry, I found 1/3 - 1/2 of this just amazing and the remainder fully impenetrable. Loved the sonnets, loved the Chekovian pandemic story, and generally was into the vibe.
I had seen this collection in a bookstore but opted to get it from the library. It had peeked my interest mostly because it has been awhile since I had read a poetry collection and it is written by a Ukrainian author. Didn't connect much to this group of work and the repetition of lines was not something I enjoyed.
Very intense energy behind these poems. And the prose piece at the end. Not sure I quite liked it. Great vocabulary and some interesting choices. But then, I’m not really a poetry expert. Didn’t love it, didn’t hate it. Read quickly.
The third book by Olena Kalytiak Davis I have read; also her latest. Just too inward for me. There are some creative uses of words, and a rather caffeinated exuberance, but in the end I found this collection difficult to appreciate.
The sonnets, especially, rocked me -- with their big and dancey music and their stare right into me. Love this book for how it pushes, plays, and grieves. (Love the final story).
Often reads like a Shakespearean play which it is likely modeled. Clever word puzzles embedded in reflective, moody pieces - more about discovery than loss.