This Connection of Everyone With Lungs by Juliana SpahrPart planetary love poem, part 24/7 news flash, the hypnotic poems of This Connection of Everyone with Lungs wrap with equal, angular grace around lovers and battleships. These poems hear the tracer fire in a birds song and capture cell division and troop deployments in the same expansive thought. They move through concentric levels of association and embrace —from the space between the hands to the mesosphere and back again—touching everything in between. The books focus shifts between local and global, public and private, individual and social. Everything gets in: through all five senses, through windows, between your sheets, under your skin.
The Poetry Of 9/11 And Its Aftermath
I was so wrong about that. So on November 30, , when I realized that it was most likely that the United States would invade Iraq again, I began to sort through the news in the hope of understanding how this would happen. I thought that by watching the news more seriously I could be a little less naive. But I gained no sophisticated understanding as I wrote these poems. September 11 shifted my thinking in this way.
Trying to figure out the war from news reports, the most she can conclude explicitly is that the war has been profoundly unsettling. Exactly how is one supposed to feel? Exactly what is the effect of the war on the national populace not charged with exactly fighting it? Eschewing grand conclusions, moral indignation, and political screeds, she tries to measure the impact in personal terms that are neither hyperbolic nor trivial and mundane. Make of that what you will, but Spahr gets full credit for being first into print with her abundant use of that modern magical military lingo that has saturated everyday speech and beguiled poets and writers who have written on war subjects since But what else? Or, she might be pointing us to the collapse of older stances and perspectives viz-a-viz war, national militarism, and soldiers and soldiering.
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Thought I'd say thanks!, September 11, is a day worth remembering. Read on for quotes and poems to pay tribute to the day as well as those affected by it.
The Poetry Foundation:. It was my second week as a newly-minted professor in the Midwest, September 11, , and I hustled to complete a lecture on imagery when my wife called. All I could think was, "why is she calling me ten minutes before I have to teach? By the time I arrived in the classroom, after hearing the full extent of the morning's events, I could barely get through the poem without breaking down in tears. It wasn't just the bag of ears that the Colonel pours across his opulent table.
Heidi Lynn Staples. We do not speak of it and instead press against one anothers reveling in the pleasure of being back together. You might have noticed the absence of paywalls at Boston Review. We are committed to staying free for all our readers. Now we are going one step further to become completely ad-free. This means you will always be able to read us without roadblocks or barriers to entry. It also means that we count on you, our readers, for support.