Sorry, Tree

Eileen Myles, Author . Wave $14 (83p) ISBN 978-1-933517-20-9

In her signature short, piercingly demotic lines, Myles (Skies ) fiercely mines concatenated observations for the raw stuff: "it's like genitals/ I want to show you all these tiny parts." Myles has, by her own count, written "thousands of poems," and now finds information and aesthetic pleasure in almost anything: "I agree/ It's a good place to shit," or as a poem titled "Culture" puts it: "It accepts all/ marks & none/ So I'll just write/ into it." Myles's short descriptive bursts read like object lessons in an unfailing and unflinching fidelity to experience, which has its own rewards: "You are the candy melting/ in my mouth./ Is that a euphemism/ For what? Witnessing your love." One poem tries to delineate British and American English— "the words were never/the same again"; another tries to pin down involuntary convulsions of beauty—"Why is light/ so damn emotional/ if it's just/ a burning star." (Apr.)

Reviewed on: 04/16/2007
Release date: 04/01/2007
Genre: Fiction
Hardcover - 83 pages - 978-1-933517-21-6
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