Buhler - 30, October 6, 2008
by Gloria ....
A wonderful poem, Gloria. This collection of thoughts both humble and domestic, and deep and poltically relevant, took my mind all over the place as I worked out the trail.
There's a German man wearing a shirt with enough detail to have a bombing stopped, yet till he actually climbs aboard and detonates his device noone knows what he is thinking. Watching innocently enough is a Canadian woman making sense from what she sees. It's an historic park with icons all about, not least the statue of 'peacenik' Ghandi. Even author, Virginia Woolf, is offered space as Tavistock's librarian from decades earlier. But, the author writes on about Americans and their assorted pleasures, about artistic significance of English parks and statues, about what she can wear that night.
You have to read this multiple times to read the immediate, focus on the specifics, and think, 'Oh hell, she could have stopped it.' And yet we know she couldn't.
That clever cross pollenation of roving thoughts, gathered reflections and expanding mind set draw the reader in and invite hurried and speculative response, yet the poet has kept the balance of memory, moment in time and historical happenng in a perfect swirl.
We are the author, the Americans, the German... all there, but not. Terrific use of language throughout; at times highly damatic, at others soft and reflective. I loved the mix of rhyme and non rhyme which floated beautifully throughout.
Comment Written by mfowler on 05-Feb-2018