Аннотация
In her remarkable Black Series, Laurie Sheck turns the ordinary world inside out and shows us its glittering seams. Her long, elegantly quizzical lines convey a haunted vision of human striving which is in part an elaboration on our daily reality, and in part a fantastic departure from it. I can almost taste the glassy air, she writes. Where are the birds in it, / wings lifting as currents buffet them like echoes, bright / chaos of atomized instances . . . ? Roaming freely in the shifting landscape of the imagination, Sheck delivers an inner life that is just as vivid as what we see around us; at the same time, she shows us what we see in a new light, bringing illumination even to darkness:Its the black night that wakes in me, so dominant, so focused.And then a car goes by and I think, Im in the world,tires kicking up gravel from the dust.What does the orange hawkweed do inside this darkits radiancesecretive but not extinguished?To read this collection is to discover at every turn that secretive but undeniable radiance, and a language that is both riveting and distinctive.From the Hardcover edition.
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