Personification undertakes dreamlike journeys through crumbling architecture and airless interiors, discovering anachronistic and apocalyptic emblems among the commonplace particulars of modern day life. Breaking open in order to reinhabit the language of Puritan allegory and captivity narrative, these poems meditate on the possibility of personhood generated by the constraints of luminous unknowing, a form of captivity in which one is both bound and held rapt. They proceed by way of detour, boredom’s indirection, and astonished pauses, endlessly seeking “the perfect thought / we slept frozen inside / yet could not see.” Of Personification, Carl Phillips writes, “Here is a strange and arresting vision, indeed.”
I never feel comfortable with reviewing poetry collections. However, this book eliminated my indifference to prose poetry. Margaret Ronda's poems are crisp yet deeply poetic.
dreamlike spinning on the pilgrim’s journey. there is an “i” and a “you” traveling together, often while being watched. the journey felt spiritual more than anything. I loved the language and the continual reaching towards some place, just off in the distance