Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Heather Harmon Ideep Throat
Vivian Lofiego
Requiem for Lepidoptera
39 pages / Poetry
"what is best I get butterflies drawing in the margins / abet me, I rise" are the final lines of " school, "he writes Lofiego. On the back cover reads: "No verse or word that does not awaken in the reader the feeling of suspended time" and so simple, one is delighted with the poems of Vivian likewise observed these particles floating absorbed views to the light in a park late (to be in tune with the landscape of the book.)
The nostalgia is there, but not so sad, but as an affirmation of what we love and what is lived, is returned with joy and sorrow to certain landscapes of our childhood. In "the day he died the moon" a lucid voice warns that the moon will no longer Writes poems. Thus
traveling by birthday in the woods, the church: "Who could tell what he said impure us the / cure of school?" Twelfth Night, for the mother who sold her wedding dress, all with the brightness of who reconstructs his memory without avoiding the passages that were obscure.
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