Poems contain information, but they’re not about information. A poem is not about an event; it is an event.
The Memory Police is a work of extraordinary artistic defiance, an exploration, urgent and seething, of the abrasive relationship between the role of dissidence in shaping public consciousness and the modern state’s totalitarian proclivities to create a political order founded on the organizational principle of fear.
Sex. Brutality. Animal faces. Wrathful oceans. Rickety boats. Stupid men who robbed my human rights. Insecure love affairs. Floating corpses’ love affairs. Am I also a floating corpse? What else?
The newspapers are, sir, blight, disorder of the first order, just like everything that’s printed; but I tread all over it.
What still feels so traumatic to people in Norway was to outsiders just another bad event in a never-ending series of bad events.