In the half-dark, a single bat surges across the corridor: a punctuation mark in the shape of a swing, a silence with a hot light in it. It is also the doorstop by which each poem remains enticingly ajar. She is founder and former co-editor of , an independent on-line poetry journal. More poets are dissecting the personal and shared experience of a post-global United States battered from decades of war and polarizing politics, contesting the offhand and sometimes facile liberal humanism in poems meant to address racial difference. Another sits ruined at the center of her realm. The eater poems are all prose poems.
She had a way of staring over the yokes of trees at you. She scarcely stomachs her own skin, off-color and channeled through with caterpillar scars. Let no harm come to the dark you have made. She is founder and coeditor of Transom, an independent online poetry journal. In fact, this theme of intimate yet aggressively heterogeneous pairings carries throughout the book. I thought many of these were smart, and the language in them is gorgeous. Witch Wife might be her finest burn yet.
Give her a diamond-textured skin for prowling dark kitchens after bed. She is an Associate Professor of English at the University of Louisville, where she directs the Creative Writing Program. Mean as cat dirt in the dark. Many poets and critics have been honest about the exclusionary hegemonic lyric position of the late nineties and early twenty-first century, when many aesthetic movements came and went, but very few considered the paradoxical identity of the othered, including the person of color. My will outsized, to touch the naked seabass of such knife.
Rising from radial engines of dark, from millions of low hatcheries they come, unfolding their jaws sequin by sequin. The poem concludes: When I wake up in the small breastbone of night, thinking of her name, the white terrific clock of it — I think of cities made narrow by fire, I think of peacocks moving their slow tongues of ash. Petrosino teaches creative writing at the University of Louisville. And she is not a vague presence or creator. The music commendable, and the images are true. Petrosino is the co-editor of Transom, an independent on-line poetry journal and she teaches creative writing at the University of Louisville.
This means you will always be able to read us without roadblocks or barriers to entry. And perhaps the cumulative effect of her language is best contained within these sections, like a series of rich arias separated by silence. But how little attention we pay. Each of these poems is gorgeous, perceptive, sharp and fittingly cruel to the ethically rebarbative. But what if excess simply refers to any amount greater than zero? To be in is out.
Kiki Petrosino is the author of three books of poetry: Witch Wife 2017 , Hymn for the Black Terrific 2013 and Fort Red Border 2009 , all from Sarabande Books. Let some of us withdraw to the keel-shaped bones to the tilted orrery of the thorax. Still, between us, this human odor. The dead flamingoes and microscopic bluebirds are real. You can read by the glands of the skin how she knitted me. What, then, is the point of ten poems of this caliber, if any given one succeeds wildly in advancing the aim shared by the others? Only then would I give up awhile.
The speaker can see her, but she has become an otherworldly figure. They are irreducible: Petrosino has been exactly as difficult as she must be to get at the feeling of the feeling in the poem. It gives me headaches to explain myself abroad. Petrosinos warm, intelligent, wild, blood and bone, poetry is in. Tags: , , , , Filed Under: , , Hello Welcome to The Rumpus! The book is in two sections, the first a focused collection of wildly inventive lyrics that take as launch pad such far flung subjects as allergenesis, the contents and significance of swamps, a revised notion of marriage, and ancestorsboth actual and dreamed.
She holds graduate degrees from the University of Chicago and the Iowa Writer's Workshop. In garden not, nor street nor bus nor bank— Not sleep. It is lush, and dense. Tobacco in the lungs, grease unfolding in the mouth. That is the point that must be reached. The dark is a hinge on which these poems swivel, open and close.
Her debut collection, Fort Red Border Sarabande, 2009 was praised by The Believer and shortlisted for the 2009 Foreword Book of the Year in Poetry. It is neither in nor out. See their millions of insectile wings grown thick with. She is founder and co-editor of Transom, an independent on-line poetry journal. It's not love I want, but form.
Does she grapple with this vocation in her poems? Hymn for the Black Terrific has Falstaffian panache; it is a book of pure astonishment. These appropriations appear in italics and are woven into the discourse of the colored body: A colored body is a wreck they rake with strobe light. To be out is still out. Can run, but run gets gone. To be out is still out. Petrosino is the co-editor of Transom, an independent on-line poetry journal and she teaches creative writing at the University of Louisville. My Arctic will behind a seabass door creeps back inside the clanging room of loops.