"Bernard has written a gorgeous, tough, haunting book."―Frank Bidart April Bernard's idiosyncratic and profoundly emotional voice combines flights of fancy, moral sternness, and wit in broadly explorative poems―from a memoir sequence about the East Village in the 1980s, to "disheveled" sonnets of self-interrogation, to darkly comic hallucinations.
April Bernard is the author of three poetry collections and a novel. Her writing has appeared in The New Yorker, the Boston Review, the New York Review of Books, and elsewhere. She lives in Bennington, Vermont.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, April Bernard is the greatest living American poet. Her poems are like being slapped in the face with a wet-dream while being lowered into a pit of molten hate.
I flew through this and really wanted to like it more. But, the poems don't grab me at all. Reading poetry is so incredibly individual. One man's treasure might not grab someone else at all.
Favorites: See It Does Rise, Ktaadn, (from Song of Yes and No): 13. Hell, (from Eidetica): 1. Large Crow, 4. Dead Brother, 5. The Women Who Won't Appear