My favorite poem in the collection, "There Is No Part of the Body That Hasn't Been Pierced," demands that the entire book be turned sideways to be read. The Beatitudes that pour off those pages are an affirming and often mind-bending collision of words.
- Blessed are the firecrackers, cherry bombs, snapdragons, for they are
- the waterworks, sweaty palms, calendulas of sudden vision.
- ...how is it not unlike a feather headdress on a mule...
- ...a silk-bound door...
- ...how is it not a stoplight...
from Caketrain Press |
Listening for Earthquakes is a book about the world as a canvas, about the painful painting we do in it. It is a book filled with bridges and doors and pathways marked by missed connections.
One thing more I love about Wagner's book is that she is not afraid of her stupendous vocabulary. It has been a long time since a book made me read it with a reference at hand, but Listening for Earthquakes is that kind of book. Hepafilter. Filigree. Ameliorates.
Don't read passively, she says. Turn it sideways, crease the spine. Maybe even put the book down so you can grasp at the meaning.
Book 28 of my book-a-week challenge.
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