In her flesh for half a century, an unhinged sapphire unmarrying.
In honor of what would be Lucie Brock-Broido’s 63rd birthday, we revisit her poem “Inevitably, She Declined,” from our Archives.
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In her flesh for half a century, an unhinged sapphire unmarrying.
In honor of what would be Lucie Brock-Broido’s 63rd birthday, we revisit her poem “Inevitably, She Declined,” from our Archives.
The feat of the poet to narrate their own departure from this conscious earth is rare and poignant. As distorted and masticated as the imagery is, Ritvo is a reliable guide, treading equally the known world, the unknown, and the ethereal.
Until It Is One Round Tail: On Max Ritvo’s “The Final Voicemails” Read More »
The feat of the poet to narrate their own departure from this conscious earth is rare and poignant. As distorted and masticated as the imagery is, Ritvo is a reliable guide, treading equally the known world, the unknown, and the ethereal.
A distended queen with hawthorn boughs, bonfires blazing
majusculed
Letters in the streets. She will go on watching them, upright &
inevitable.
“Inevitably, She Declined,” by Lucie Brock-Broido Read More »
A distended queen with hawthorn boughs, bonfires blazing
majusculed
Letters in the streets. She will go on watching them, upright &
inevitable.
* Mary Camille Beckman *
I’ve heard that it’s impossible to fold a piece of paper in half more than eight times. But Lucie Brock-Broido can do it.
Her newest book of poems, released today (October 15, 2013), and reviewed here.
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* Mary Camille Beckman *
I’ve heard that it’s impossible to fold a piece of paper in half more than eight times. But Lucie Brock-Broido can do it.
Her newest book of poems, released today (October 15, 2013), and reviewed here.
