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.
Grezgorz Wróblewski's asemic art
Over the years, Grzegorz Wróblewski has appeared in Jacket2 in various forms and genres. In 2015 we published five of his poems. My commentary series featured his book Zero Visibility in 2017. In 2014 we transcribed an interview conducted by Piotr Gwiazda. The late John Tranter, in Jacket issue 29, April 2006, published three poems, including “I put off the knife from my hand till tomorrow” (“Blood can wait / Blood will cool yet / From January till the month called December”). One can find more appearances here.