By Caki Wilkinson
The poems in Circles the place the top could be are filled with items and oddities, bits of stories, epic catalogues, and a solid of characters hoping to make feel of all of it. beneath the customarily whimsical floor, even though, lies a look for these connections we lengthy for yet so usually pass over, and a want for paintings to bridge the gaps. Circles the place the pinnacle can be has its personal unique voice, a full of life intelligence, insatiable interest, and a determined command of shape. those traits play off each other in ways in which teach and pleasure. An impossible to resist book.”—J. D. McClatchy, writer of Mercury Dressing: Poems, pass judgement on hurricane and tension spider net helps a bead of rain is as major as rain’s get to the bottom of, poised the place a few spinneret has pitched its threads aslant, given that, held or conserving, each one endures a pressure— one presses, one reacts. Don’t inquire from me what it’s worthy. regardless of the evidence of matter’s favourite states, such concentration’s of no outcome past this existence, a web adapted to wreck, too past due for recompense while weight evaporates.
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A spot-on forgery—so notice this eclipses notice me. II. Crypsis Others would rather try a guise of shadow, stripes, or shape in flux between two optic opposites (like certain birds with getups tailor-made from counterfeits of shade and countershade). In contrast, monochrome supports a masquerade of subtleties so those who stalk the tertium quid will pass, failing to see the lacewing queen or katydid for all the forest’s green. 45 III. Idem Well, have I lost you yet? I’m coy, I know, but don’t mind being chased as long as you’re two steps behind— it’s just sometimes approach feels like attack and, found, I find I want my background back.
Perhaps, but manic, pseudocidal, the girl has no idea (her father’s words) whether she’s lost a mare or found a bridle. What now? she thinks. The only song they know bursts from the Primate House, fortissimo. She’s stuck. An ambered fly. A bowl-shaped fish, or else the bowl, her murkiest concerns spreading like culture in a petri dish. Still, lonely has two poles—part cure, part curse (see pharmakon); between them, stasis turns her room into a fine-tuned universe. So locomotion’s neither here nor there: the axis mundi is her rolling chair.
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