the fabulous Elizabeth Robinson reviews Fault Tree over at Seventeen Poets!
here's a snippet!
Despite their topicality, these poems reach right through specificities of context to knot the reader in the tangle of time and mortality. It’s the wrestling with time and mortality that elevates this book from intelligent poetry to something more — a project that upholds and even creates humanity, “my daily guarding of the plight of us.” In my own life right now, mortality is writ large as insuperable obstacle, blunt fact. Perhaps this is why I found Fault Tree so moving — so poignantly a failure analysis of an undesired state. As with few other writers I’ve encountered, pringle wriggles around the rigidity of time:
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