Susan Stewart plumbs human history in an attempt to articulate the way language, memory, and art join in evoking consciousness. "The Forest" is about violence and memory: the violence we do to our surroundings and to ourselves; and the propensity of the human mind to exploit and rationalize in its longing for truth. Following are few lines from ...
Susan Stewart plumbs human history in an attempt to articulate the way language, memory, and art join in evoking consciousness. "The Forest" is about violence and memory: the violence we do to our surroundings and to ourselves; and the propensity of the human mind to exploit and rationalize in its longing for truth. Following are few lines from her poem "The Forest" (which originally appeared in "TriQuarterly," a publication of Northwestern University): You should lie down now and remember the forest, for it is disappearing-- no, the truth is it is gone now and so what details you can bring back might have a kind of life. . . .
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Publishers Weekly, 1995-06-26 An aura of mystery envelops Stewart's (The Hive) third collection of poetry. As she expresses it: "...Bright night, true story, far torch and door;/ neither yours nor mine, but both..." Narratives, often rooted in history and reminiscent of fairy tales, are told by unnamed speakers and peopled by figures that can't be pinned down. "Slaughter," a first-person account of learning to butcher, masterfully permits readers to identify with an invisible narrator pitted against an even more fleeting but all-powerful "they." Stewart stumbles slightly when she becomes self-consciously literary: as her endnotes inform us, "Nervous System" borrows its rhyme scheme from John Donne; the extremely weak, overly long "Medusa Anthology" uses language from Shakespeare and Gerard Manley Hopkins. Her own linguistic sensibility is refined enough not to require such academic justification, which also seems to curb her imagination. These few examples aside, this volume is a rare phenomenon in recent poetry: poems which require several readings, and promise to be equally intriguing each time. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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