reviews
Feb 21, 2010
I re-read this book every few years, each time thinking I'll like it more. No matter how many times I read it, though, the only poem I really love is the last one in the book, "Am Moor." I feel like it's enough and all of the other poems in it are just superfluous in comparison. That one poem is such a masterpiece of beauty and fear and oddness. If I could create just one poem that comes to close to it, I'd feel like a real writer.
Sep 09, 2007
Carrowmore
All about Carrowmore the lambs
Were blotched blue, belonging.
They were waiting for carnage or
Snuff. This is why they are born
To begin with, to end.
Ruminants do not frighten
At anything--gorge in the soil, butcher
Noise, the mere graze of predators.
All about Carrowmore
The rain quells for three days.
I remember how cold I was, the botched
Job of traveling. And just so.
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All about Carrowmore the lambs
Were blotched blue, belonging.
They were waiting for carnage or
Snuff. This is why they are born
To begin with, to end.
Ruminants do not frighten
At anything--gorge in the soil, butcher
Noise, the mere graze of predators.
All about Carrowmore
The rain quells for three days.
I remember how cold I was, the botched
Job of traveling. And just so.
Wh More...
Oct 10, 2008
I have read through this book before, but never with the familiarity of Dickinson's letters--and not just the Master Letters, but a full selection of them. It helps. I appreciate more the voice that Brock-Broido uses here, and the way it widens the occasion of writing to someone referred to as "Master." What might be most difficult in reading the book is finding that space where Brock-Broido can stand independent of Dickinson, while still drawing from the Dickinsonian framework. Does t
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Jun 16, 2008
once again this book is blowing my mind.... every time i read it i am overjoyed with the possibilities of wordsmithery and at the same time awesomely humbled by LBB's craft, imagination and poeticninjaskills. case in point: in the poem "Unholy" there are sultry sea wenches "When I was young I sold slow French kisses as dry goods to sailors--as some girls made madmoney in more genteel ways, I had none of this." indeed, i say! and what's a saltwater poem without a sea capti
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Jul 27, 2007
It's okay. I've never been a huge Dickinson fan. I think those more familiar with her will enjoy this book. Another reason it was just "okay" was because most of my favorite lines in these poems were taken from letters, not even written by the poet. I find that a bit odd.
May 08, 2011
I just... can't get into it. And without the notes in the back, I have almost zero idea of what's going on. Didn't, couldn't finish.
Aug 19, 2008
It has really nice paper. God I hate poetry. Omg I fucking hate poetry.
It all sounds like poetry!!!
It all sounds like poetry!!!
Jan 10, 2008
I love this. Every single poem does something for me. One of my favorites.
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