Welp, I've gone and alarmed myself with that blog title. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed with the urge to write a sentence like the poetic essence of Chafe's book comes from the interdisciplinary sunbursts of creative exchanges in a currency of language belonging to trees in order for you to take my thoughts about poetry seriously. I'm going to try very hard to quash that urge, because that's just my quivering, terrified ego hoping you'll think I'm SMART, dammit, smart enough to read poetry and think really big, profound, difficult-to-parse thoughts about it.
Here, darling. Have a cookie. We'll call you when we're done, mmkay?
Now that she's gone: I loved this book. I loved the way I didn't know what to expect when I turned the page. Chafe uses many different poetic forms to tackle wide-ranging subject matter, from mental illness to the patriarchy to Catholicism to hunting accidents. His voice resonates throughout, though, along with nature imagery and the motif of darkness vs. light.
One poem, in particular, completely broke me. It's eight lines long and it was enough to put me off fast fashion forever. It's called MADE IN INDONESIA. if i listen/ closely/ i hear/ those children/ their voices/ woven/ in/ the/ cotton.
Short Histories of Light comes out officially on February 28th. Please buy it somewhere small and local, like Knife Fork Book if you're in Toronto (I assume they'll have it)! You can learn more about the author here.