Eros, Indiscriminate
At the door the wolves step
backwards into a box. My chained
father attempts to wing himself
with flame. His face hosts
a second face seared by the mental
hazards the wolves find stinky
and reject. Outskirting his heart,
mother dangles the sucked-out
pelts of her wild children. Love
hiss and sexy nightmare. Eros:
an indiscriminate register.
All the bones yarn up.
Sarah Foxco-imagines the Center for Visionary Poetics, and is a doula and teacher. She has won National Endowment for the Arts, Bush Foundation, Jerome Foundation, and Minnesota State Arts Board grants and fellowships.
[Fox] uses collage, footnotes and fragmentation to create poly-vocal works with both visual and textual elements. . . . These well-wrought images showcase Fox’s skill with rendering image — a fundamental of poetry that she doesn’t subvert. —Star Tribune
The First Flag feels somehow so radical to me that I have difficulty finding language to describe it. —Spoonriver
The First Flagis an extremely complex and ambitious book, one that cuts through the dead-serious “playfulness” and studied poses of much other experimental poetry. It is a book fashioned from the quick and the dead, the raw and the cooked. In it, Sarah Fox has created something profoundly daring, unique, unsettling, and beautiful. —Tarpaulin Sky Press
An LJ “poet to watch,” Fox returns in a pastiche of form, intelligence, experience, and imagination with verse and essays of experimental design. . . . Fox has a gift for grit, and she’s not afraid to use it. —Library Journal
I read a ton of fantastic books, thanks to this review column. But still, it's rare that a book gets me so excited that my notes fill up pages and pages, and I simply can't wait to start revilƒ$
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