By Ann Lauterbach
Ann Lauterbach's 9th paintings of poetry, Or to start back, takes its identify from a sixteen-poem elegy that resists its personal finish, because it meditates at the nearness of particular attachment and loss opposed to the mute historical past of historic forces in instances of conflict. within the heart of the publication is a twelve-part narrative, "Alice within the Wasteland,"inspired by means of Lewis Carroll's nice personality and T.S. Eliot's 1922 modernist poem. Alice is accosted via an invisible Voice as she wanders and wonders concerning the nature of language relating to conception. during this quantity, Lauterbach back exhibits the diversity of her formal inventiveness, demonstrating the visible dynamics of the web page in tandem with the strong musical cadences and imagery of a modern grasp.
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At evening there are cries of the unexpectedly loss of life: a rabbit, a chicken. The fox went out on a cold evening. He prayed for the moon to provide him mild. The song leaked into the air like ink into paper. In her dream, Alice is falling downstairs right into a bathtub of phrases. the object is driven ahead. it really is chilly, nonsymbolic. So, anonymous as, say, animals are. except. those stray unlessnesses circumvent awareness. They supply solace to it. however it is still, a anonymous factor cordoned into cognizance as though being may well stand up to it. The nomenclature of the now not dwelling is an it. It, acknowledged the soldier, torturing his captive, it it it. So allow us to have the White Rabbit. allow us to have this hurrying close to. allow us to, one of the fidelity of residing and its photographs start. i'm broke! says the White Rabbit, hurrying to the financial institution. The White Rabbit, within the pink, has no redress. bare as a jaybird, the White Rabbit lamented, quickly to be a jailbird. yet what's the colour of chaos? Alice abruptly requested. grey, the White Rabbit responded, having a look up on the sky, like a sock. yet there are regularly socks, and just one chaos, Alice stated. shades and numbers usually are not of an identical variety, spoke back the Rabbit a little bit impatiently, virtually knowingly. How did you discover a grey sock within the sky? Alice persevered. The cloud’s contour, don’t you notice? No, Alice answered. I see just a grey cloud, i don't see a sock. yet then, she extra, might be I dwell in a grey sock, might be this gap is a sock into which i've got fallen. The White Rabbit disappeared as Alice was once contemplating this chance, so she was once left with out a rejoinder, within the solitude of conjecture. Alice thinks anything approximately taking away the need for revenge. Alice was once stuck within the radiance of the no longer but knowable. This, she thinks, drifting, needs to be the sensation of being younger. She couldn't say within the radiance of the now not but knowable which appeared, now, a cause of younger sorrow. Why do shadows get longer? Alice requested not anyone particularly. It needs to need to do with the perspective of sunshine, she replied herself, yet this solution didn't make her think convinced. The query lingered besides and was once additional to by way of one other. Does all people know the way to inform the adaptation among a shadow and a specific thing? the skinny trunks of the bushes had bent and crossed over the trail. may perhaps one climb a shadow? she puzzled. a few can, got here the reply out of the night. who're you? Who or what? got here the reply. Don’t solution a query with one other query, Alice stated crossly. Why now not? It isn’t correct, she acknowledged, no longer realizing why no longer. A correct perspective, commented the Voice. A correct angel? Alice couldn’t particularly pay attention. sure, a correct angel is whatever that may climb a shadow. At that second the shadows of the timber disappeared. Alice persisted down the trail. She acknowledged the be aware course aloud. She then puzzled if a direction was once relating to pathetic. Pathos, she heard within the distance, someplace above. what's that? she requested. A undergo. A what? A undergo, an emotional endure. On that hill? That darkish form? No, that may be a shadow. And that? A chicken. what kind of poultry? An eagle.