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...right balance between religion and reality, between the glory of the next life and the hardships of this one. When she does find this balance, Mora's words achieve a beauty that matches and often even surpasses that seen in the religious art on which she bases every poem. In "The Guardian Angels" she writes "In these hills,/the houses of glowing adobe/like rounded loaves,/like sliding but also rising,/the clear gold of wild grasses,/of swirling pollen,/of frog eyes humming." It is in passages like this that the intensity of the faith Mora is exploring, the power...
...wish I were home right now. For someone whose favorite Shel Silverstein poem is "Jimmy Jet and His T.V. Set," this would have been the opportunity of a lifetime. In my hand would be the remote control with the power to influence American television with the press of a button...
...immediately drawn to the central image of her dying mother, a frozen moment that captures the reality of pain and suffering. It embraces simultaneous feelings of understanding and empathy, powerful forces that reflect the strong bond between mother and daughter. With a title meant to contradict Dylan Thomas's poem about his wish for his own father, Steven's painting resonates with a wish for her mother to "go gentle" towards a peaceful death...
Indeed, the poem is really accessible only at the emotional, abstract levels. "Understanding" this work would require a conceit of the reader that, I think, has gone out of style in all but the most responsible circles. Each sentence, at least, for readers with stretchier imaginations, does manage to stand on its own--it is the sentence that follows which makes no sense. While each stanza begins with a hint a plot (at times reassuringly contained in quotation marks), its thread is soon lost in a stream of inside-joke-like surreality, such that one imagines the Vivians must...
...delicious piece on Ashbery's cover is credited to a gallery in Lausanne. Still, on its own pre-pubescent feet Girls on the Run is a wonder, combining dead-pan modernist language with the poignancy of a concrete burn on a Sunday afternoon. Reading the entire 55-page poem through is akin to sitting through a ten hour film, and Girls on the Run features an additional hypnotism in the person of its girls. Shuffles shuffles, Judy suggests and Tidbit agrees: plunky spunkiness speaks through childish seriousness as planes fly overhead and the storm breaks. We should congratulate Ashbery...