to be her [Sharon Old's] mother's daughter that most consumes her in this volume. Much of her life, it seems, has been engaged in devising strategies of liberation from that oppressive tie. One of the most remarkable poems in this collection has her metamorphose into a fly on the wall of her Puritan family home: "in each of the hundred/eyes of both of my compound eyes,/one wallpaper rose". It's an astonishing image for the terrible fixity of a pathological obsession.from The Guardian: Flesh knew itself, and spoke
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