134.1: Myronn Hardy:: Beat & What We Call Destroyed & Haze & Silver
18 March 2013
Myronn Hardy’s poems are always caught between countries: Morocco and America. The former, the landscape of the wonderful novelist, Paul Bowles—a locale undoubtedly and always reconciling with the vestiges of colonialism; the latter a nation of violence and struggle of Empire-in-becoming, and a reconciliation with the mirror of its own painful past. Against this backdrop, the geopolitical magnitudes of Hardy’s poems are matched by the grace of their conceit. They favor quietude, a stilled moment, a Wordsworthian emotion recollected in tranquility. The speaker begins this poem, “What We Call Destroyed,” by lamenting: