Could you tell us a little about the project that these poems come from?
These poems are from Century Swept Brutal
, a book that is forthcoming from Black Ocean.
The second section ends, “they rise so
haphazardly, it must be by design” – does that seemingly contradictory
statement articulate a kind of ars poetica for this project?
I don’t think so.
The first and last sections end with a
moment of surprising beauty, an announcement of a stumbled-upon
epiphany. As readers, part of our pleasure in these poems comes from
sharing in that sense of discovery, of having bumped into beauty while
turning a corner, even though we know that the surprise is curated,
deployed (by you). Is poetry a form of articulated attention?
I have to believe so.
See more from Zach Savich on this collection, love, loss, location, and hating on haters over at: Thermos!