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So Where Are We?: Poems
"So where are we?" asks Lawrence Joseph in the title poem of his powerful and moving sixth book of poetry. Beginning where his acclaimed collection Into It left off, amid the worldwide violence unleashed by the World Trade Center terrorist attack, Joseph's poems--global and historic in scope--boldly encounter the imaginative challenges of our time: issues of political econ ...more
Hardcover, 112 pages
Published August 22nd 2017 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux
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Exploring physically, traveling through one vortex to another, be they ones of Love, Horror, or the Mundane(all three overlap easily), Joseph handles the themes of our time with deft touches of humility, honesty, and wonder. His immense skill is on display throughout. A real pleasure!
Mr Joseph crafts raw and immediate poems, and in many cases they conjure a specific month from the past decade or two. Unfortunately, his mainlining-the-zeitgeist approach gives a certain sameness to the various pieces in this collection, and it's often hard to tease apart the unique attributes of one poem from those of another. "Is What It Is" stands out as my favorite for its brilliant slight-of-hand feat of linking a highly local event (a new subway station) to a global one (war in Syria).
Deep, dark, thought provoking poetry. This is a great collection, but should be avoided if you're looking for peaceful light prose. This is a realistic poetic look at the current human political microcosm, portrayed in inter-connected poems. Illuminating albeit a bit depressing... Which describes the current earthly culture rather well.
Nuance, I know nuance - in her eyes; having
been, will ever be, love in the play of the eyes.
Flint is what it is.
Knowingly to force the poor to purchase and use toxic water
isn't a form of chemical warfare, isn't a form of genocide?
"But after all, I'm a lawyer. So I can never get away from evil." - Franz Kafka