- Series: Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets
- Paperback: 80 pages
- Publisher: LSU Press; First Edition edition (March 1, 2008)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0807133116
- ISBN-13: 978-0807133118
- Product Dimensions: 5.7 x 0.2 x 8.5 inches
- Shipping Weight: 4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 1 customer review
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,904,626 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri, Sally Van Doren teaches creative writing in the St. Louis, Missouri, public schools and curates poetry workshops for the St. Louis Poetry Center. Her poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Boulevard, Cincinnati Review, Colorado Review, LIT, Margie, Parthenon West Review, and Poetry Daily.
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Take for example one of the few poems I worked my way into, "Envy". It probably appealed to me because of the use of mathematical language; however, seeing phrases like "...the circumference/of the mindscape is threatened/by a worn valve..." and "we fortify our theorems,/and sleep through our dreams" in relationship to the title was a stretch despite how much I like the sound and flow of the words.
There was an exception to my disappointment, and that is the first few poems of part III. Finally, there were poems that I understood on some level though I struggle with them as well because they speak to the female experience which I can only, of course, imagine. Still, it is hard not to be moved by lines like (from "To Become World"): "With a pair of tweezers, she/plucked out every pubic hair//and affixed them to her chin./She stroked her beard/when she spoke and listened." Is it possible she can only be listened to--or listen to herself--in the guise of a man? And yet, plucking her public hair makes her more of a girl than ever.
I also particularly liked the poems "Girlhood", "Seventeen", and "Record" (which appears in part IV). Still, these were only a few bright spots in what was mainly an incomprehensible experience. Unfortunately, no matter how much you want to like something, it doesn't always work out.