Every other book of poems wins a prize, or so it seems. Still, some really are winners: White's vivid, plain-language poems, for instance, which won their publisher's poetry prize. White is a surrealist who dreams of loving "The Tin Man," not to shock us but to explain in terms of human longing precisely why: "I like a man sculpted, welded, riveted / by desire." She is a redemptive farceur who in "Tackle Box" envisions a sea fisher's ashes, stolen from her grieving husband when mistaken for drugs, transforming the lives of stockbrokers, "teenagers driving BMWs," and "oddly inept men" who have suddenly gone fishin'. She ponders sad, monstrous mysteries: the woman who, in a final fit of the fear of math, kills children, pets, and herself; the likeness of "Road Kill" to the prostitutes that "someone is killing . . . / on Interstate 70"; the betrayal of confidence of "The Children's Crusade," whether in 1212, in Hamelin, or "late at night in Manhattan." White's striking stuff, populist in impulse, deserves a broad readership.
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From the Inside Flap
These poems offer a unique perception of the world, almost primal in their energy and power but, also couched in the sophistication of global myth and literature. Patti Whites voice is authoritative, witty, and persuasive. She can take the most trivial subject and give it substance through her imaginative vision. Like a shaman, she offers reverence for life and the living, but this is no soft-focus new age shaman afraid to touch blood or penetrate mysteries. To read these poems is to be invigorated, to feel the possibility of moving outside the confines of ones own narrow personal life. But dynamic vision is not all White offers. Her language is radiant, intensely lyrical at times, in spite of its driving narrative force. Perhaps that is why they seem to be the poems of some Wonder Woman or High Priestess, or the kind of woman we would all be honored to know.
Diane Wakoski
Judge, 2001 Anhinga Prize for Poetry
These poems are the best lures Ive picked up in a long time. No theyve picked me up. Patti White can talk tough, but be oh so embraceable.
Gary Gildner