You read a poetry collection life Reversing Entropy by Luci Shaw, and you’re surprised by how consistent, and often confused, your responses are.
You know these poems had to have been written in a plainly finished, almost spare room, at a table in the center, as the early morning light streamed in. And yet you also know, from the evidence within the poems themselves, that they’ve been written indoors, outdoors, in the midst of wrenching grief and great joy, and sometimes even from the front seat of a moving car. Shaw uses the word “scribbled” a lot. How can these beautiful poems be just “scribbled”?
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
America’s Great Poet of Darkness: A Reconsideration of Robert Frost at 150 – Ed Simon at The Hedgehog Review.
Words, words, words: On the Bard’s four-hundred-year legacy – Amit Majmudar at New Criterion.
Poetry Prompt: Greenhouse of Poems – L.L. Barkat at Tweetspeak Poetry.
A Little Tune – poem by Paul Wittenberger.
“To Helen” by Edgar Allen Poe – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
We Shall Not Be Here – poem by David Whyte.
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