pull off a line like "Lethe-knuckling mob of rain," with its cod-Homeric tag. I'm not sure Ms. Carson does, but I'm glad she's got the balls to try. And I'm almost certain the bit about rain's surfaces sounding like they're sliding up doesn't make the slightest bit of sense (what would that sound like, exactly? Is it G's imprecision or Ms. Carson's?). But it tickles my mind.Ms. Carson doesn't skirt preciousness, she plows through it on an ATV, kicking up shadows and moons and "the ancient smell of ice."
from The New York Observer: Poet Goes to Building on Fire: Anne Carson's Beautiful, Wacky, Heroic New Book
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