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Abstraction in the first 2/3rds or so notwithstanding, there are some lovely poems in this collection. Not all for me, unfortunately, but good enough.
Minsk takes some oblique approaches to writing-seeing, a rubric of strategies that I happen to like in poetry. For example, there is a nervous, jagged angularity of image, almost aggressively self-aware of its difficult uniqueness: "Watching you walk off among the rock pools,/your gaze, a rapid adjustment of angles/as jittery and acute as a blackbird's" ("Faith"). In addition, I find it alluring when a writer dares, almost foolishly, to value features of style (ways of rhyming, odd diction) over...
”My eyes hurt to have to see the earth curve so“.
Not as brilliant as "A World Where News Travelled Slowly" but Greenlaw is still quite the poetry goddess.
i kinda wanna give this five stars, but i also don't ? but it was very good for all the pains of seeing the world in its fullness!
Brilliant and subtle. Deserves to be read again and again. The poems grow into understanding in front of your eyes.
The best poems are at the end.
Some of this poetry was okay, but it didn't really speak to me.
I was hovering between two and three stars - the poems at the beginning really weren't my thing but I enjoyed the poems in lll, particularly Kaamos, Vaerøy, Bird walk and Heliotropical
had some pretty enigmatic strands running through it. i spent quite a lot of time decoding the epigraphs and subtitles and section titles, only to vaguely get ... places. ish. but worth it massively for 'Foxtrot' ("Foxtrot, Alpha, Sierra, Tango ... ", and its to-die-for ending), 'Ergot' (the ultimate ex-pat poem that wasn't meant to be), and the poem about tobagganing down basement stairwells. some absolute 'thought i was the only one' moments. actually made me think i don't read enough poetry.
