by Lonely Christopher
Poetry and Poetics
Memorial Day
By Lonely Christopher
White’s poems are mired in a period, but not stiffly so: they breathe, they surf along the pulse of memory and desire.
White’s poems are mired in a period, but not stiffly so: they breathe, they surf along the pulse of memory and desire.
by Lonely Christopher
Reviews & Interviews
Some Sort of Truth: Dorothea Lasky’s BLACK LIFE Hurts Like Joy
By Lonely Christopher
Dorothea Lasky is a poet of petulant grace. The particular way she does is she carves into the alphabet for poetry’s hurtfully buried, metastasized epiphanies of black life. Thence comes the fragments of jagged wonder she strings together to decorate her verse with pretty conflict. Her wonder (love and awe) is heavy and plain, stilted [...]
Dorothea Lasky is a poet of petulant grace. The particular way she does is she carves into the alphabet for poetry’s hurtfully buried, metastasized epiphanies of black life. Thence comes the fragments of jagged wonder she strings together to decorate her verse with pretty conflict. Her wonder (love and awe) is heavy and plain, stilted [...]