The Gospel Singer’s bending the word “Lord” in her mouth. And in Lord there’s the “o” of ode and moan. She pushes it up, but it bats against the ridged ceiling of her palate. She pulls it down but it gutters out in her belly. It takes her no closer to Heaven than her body has ever let her go. Even so: lord lord lord.
Douglas Kearney talking “Craft Work” on the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet blog.
“For the next two months, poet Douglas Kearney will be Harriet’s ‘Craft Work’ blogger. ‘Craft Work’ is a Harriet feature in which poets, translators, editors, and publishers talk about the creative work done in their respective fields.”
Just found this today, and I’m looking forward to reading through the series. I’ve been meaning to study Kearney’s work in more depth - I’m interested in his linguistic gymnastics and typographic explorations, his marriage of performance and page, and of course he’s capable of some darn fine poetry in amongst all that experimentation and innovation. Write on, Mr Kearney. Write on…
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