113.1: David Dodd Lee:: The Story & “The Soul as a Skiff” & Sad Flowers & Vocation
10 September 2012
David Dodd Lee’s poetry is a medicine show of delirium and rude wit. His speakers engage the world like itinerant explorers, witnesses to its finest subterfuge and its ugliest wonder. “Sad Flowers” is a brilliant fusion of the speaker’s idiosyncrasy with a charming and beautiful eye for matter and meaning in Howard Hodgkin’s painting. “Here’s a blueprint of my pocket” the speaker says midway through the poem. This type of sincerity is what contemporary poetry needs. When the panoptic grey ocean of the Internet can relinquish a person’s net worth and life story in eight-hundred or so Google-hits, the bite implicit in this admission is refreshing. But Lee's speaker never comes off as heartless or as one who is impervious to beauty; rather, a lively sense of the mysteries of life keep his speakers moving. After this forfeiture of blueprints in “Sad Flowers,” the speaker continues:
113.2: Kelli Anne Noftle:: I Wish I Had a River (Any River Will Do): Maggie Nelson and the Color of Hurt
13 September 2012