From Library Journal
It is through language more than any clear narrative structure that the poems in this first collection, winner of the 1997 Barnard New Women Poets Prize, evoke an eerie feeling of something gone awry: "A person can die of balance,/ just gleam like a squid/ and disappear." Elsewhere Szporluk speaks more clearly of violence: "And because of the cut, the distance of your life pours out,/ and because of the clouds/ like fat that surrounds you,/ you don't hear for a long time." Images of desolation create a tight weave, as a soft, persistent tone compels the reader to delve more deeply into their meaning. Even as we are warned that "in your rush to get in,/ you bruise the shape/of your body," we will be tempted to enter and reenter these poems. An excellent first collection.?Ann K. van Buren, New York Univ. Sch. of Continuing Education
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Review
The best series currently introducing new writers to the public.—
Booklist"How different this work is from the generic poetry of the day! Larissa Szporluk has created a new world of syntax and tone. Her poetry, free of narcissism and autobiography, indentured to the irrational and oblique, is made from a displaced language 'shaking to remember where it had owned.' I've missed this feral fineness in poetry—a clarity that is not watered-down slice of life but l'eau of stain and midnight: good strange. God Strange, too, for Szporluk is a religious poet, with her own indelible realm of awakening.
Dark Sky Question arises from and speaks to the limbic portion of mind, that understory concerned with emotion and motivation, a heady linguistic space that remembers when the poem was 'a cage whose interior flew.'"—Alice Fulton, author of
Dance Script with Electric Ballerina and Sensual MathPraise for Larissa Szporluk
"Her effects are breathtaking."—Daniel L. Guillory,
Library Journal"Szporluk . . . weaves magic out of indeterminacy."—Samuel Jay Keyser,
Harvard Review"If those two strange, haunted beings, Emily Dickinson and Georg Trakl, wedded, [Szporluk's] poems might well be the offspring."—Gregory Orr