Sunday, May 07, 2006
Just bought Liz Willis' new book, Meteoric Flowers, and it was as good, if not better, than my high expectations. Meteoric Flowers is part Baudelaire, part natural history, and part oracular verse. Reading these prose poems is like wandering through a forest when every sensation carries with it a vivid recollection of yet another forest. That said, the brevity of the book is deceptive—like Borges' Garden of Forking Paths, we can easily become lost. Each poem invites (or pehaps mesmerizes) us to look in new directions and, like the best poetry, allows us discover new correspondences in the world around us. One should, perhaps, read a few, and then make to take a long walk and let the poems work their magic.