by Lonely Christopher
November 10, 2010
Poetry and Poetics
White’s poems are mired in a period, but not stiffly so: they breathe, they surf along the pulse of memory and desire.
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by Lonely Christopher
April 15, 2010
Reviews
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 [...]
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