Life keeps hurtling forward, bursting forth. It’s spring in California, the jasmine’s come in and the streaky roses. It’s been raining hard all morning; just now it stopped abruptly. Lyn writes in My Life, “she observed that detail minutely, as if it were botanical. As if words could unite an ardent intellect with the external material world.” This is Lyn, vitally observing, drawing it all into relation, the mind and the world, botanical, passionate. Making words hold life, making words as life. “Such that art is inseparable from the search for reality,” she writes.
Clap, baby: like this
Kenna O'Rourke
Kenna O’Rourke takes another look at three 2018 poetry titles: Clap for Me That’s Not Me by Paola Capó-García, Baby, I Don’t Care by Chelsey Minnis, and Don’t Let Them See Me Like This by Jasmine Gibson.
Kenna O’Rourke takes another look at three 2018 poetry titles.