It's very hard to look in a mirror and see anything which resembles what one feels one's self to be. I think that discomfort, that dislocation, disintegration - that raw lack of feeling whole - that dysmorphia - is a… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
Brilliant, hard-earned and honest. The erasures and reappearances of figure and ground-that hard drama-have rarely been so movingly undertaken. A heartbreakingly beautiful work. — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
It's very hard to look in a mirror and see anything which resembles what one feels one's self to be. I think that discomfort,… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“the feeling of being a digression not the link in the argument, a new direction, an offshoot, the limb going on elsewhere, and liking that error, a feeling of being capable because an error, of being wrong perhaps altogether wrong a piece from another set stripped of position stripped of true function and loving that error, loving that filial form,… — Jorie Graham Copy Share
“This is freedom. This is the face of faith, nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to be pure. What you get is to be changed. More and more by each glistening minute, through which infinity threads itself. Also oblivion, of course, the aftershocks of something at sea. Here hands full of sand,… — Jorie Graham Copy Share
We have to find a way to not refuse to see where we are, what we are doing, and yet we must still live.… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“...love / is turning out the lights when others do, a curfew we / would take / for sails.” — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
I wanted to pack a lot into the lyric, but not go beyond its bounds. Some have written that I wanted to expand what the lyric could do. I just want the hugeness of experience-which includes philosophical discursiveness-to move at a rate of speed that kept it (because all within one unity of experience) emotional. Also, often, questions became the… — Jorie Graham Copy Share
These are crystalline - oftentimes incandescent - translations of Juarroz's powerful metaphysical poems where eternity and silence jut up against a world where “writing infects the landscape” and there are “more letters than leaves” - The kind of match one hopes for where both the translator and the poet are in luck; new poems which don't leak and yet old… — Jorie Graham Copy Share
“This is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
