Nick McPhail McPhail من عند Ogees, سانت كيتس ونيفيس
I loved it--even again.
Reading Alicia Suskin Ostriker’s poems in No Heaven is like having someone who needs to impart something essential to you lean in, quietly and yet with great intensity, to show you something of utmost importance, never lecturing, never condescending, the unearthing of vital information seeming to occur in the moment of telling, so when, the payoffs in the poems themselves take place, in the burst of the revealed moment, the impact is intense and profound. The ease of the language, it’s casualness and conversationality might make one overlook to care with which the language here is wrought; Alicia shows relationships as clearly the commingling of two distinct entities; whether we completely understand the person we’re with or not, these poem’s simple conversations mirror the familiarity of those long together. There’s that easy connection, yet always so fragile, knowing that we must make ready to part from all we love and hold dear, and yet how we must always stay in the moment, so that what we have will not become subsumed by what we have lost, or will lose. She writes, in the poem “Mid-February”: “Friend, it’s a day for a walk are we going to walk it?” …and that becomes the challenge of these poems, to have us not waste the day, not take for granted that the beauty and pain and joy and sorrow will continue ever on.
Totally engrossing, I felt like I was living the story. One of my absolute favorites