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Chargement... Sleeping Upside Downpar Kate Lynn Hibbard
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Poetry. "KateLynn Hibbard's SLEEPING UPSIDE DOWN is a beautiful book of poetry, composed in well-crafted and pleasing cadences, sharing a vision of sexuality extraordinary for both the strong storytelling it inspires, and for a tender intimacy that pervades each strophe like another warm music. In poem after poem, it is a former norm of sexual orientation that is consciously backgrounded--a past, "straight" life fraught with the unresolved and repressed--and a new, happy and mature lifecelebrated and patiently chronicled in its stead. It is then that the plain sweetness of the everyday returns--planting peas for a summer garden, cooking a cranberry chutney, sleeping through a blizzard in late March--and all of these shared in the erotics of a woman-to-woman lovingness. What a debut. It was a gift to have read this wonderful book."--Garrett Hongo Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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The main topics of these 39 poems are lesbian desire, failed love, and men’s harm to women. But rather than thematic, the collection felt one-note – rehash and repetition, and I was disappointed.
So when I read a blurb on the back cover that praised Hibbard’s “well-wrought sestinas,” I took the opportunity to look up sestinas (ack! dizzying rules, though perhaps a fun puzzle for poets), find one in this collection and study it. Then I reread the poem, expecting my new appreciation to make a difference, but it didn’t. The repeating words were all there, in the right places, but I didn’t much notice their echoes. Still, I’m glad to have explored Hibbard. ( )