Lately, I have been reading Wordshapes: Selected Poems of Jessica Schneider, and noticed how easy it is to appreciate her poetry even on a surface level for its manifest quality. Arresting phrases, crafty narratives, and images startling into their own momentum are lit the moment the mind breaches them. It is akin to watching electricity disperse its patterns – not that such a simple metaphor can ensconce the subtlety and variety displayed across these poems, but for now such springs to mind. Great poetry has a way of taking hold of the senses, as one is grateful and humbled, and the blood flows well. It is interesting how these bodily responses are first to register what the mind later filters – and in some cases, the very thing registered isn’t there to begin with. This has happened to me several times, especially when the writing is rich, and in what seems like an instance of imbuement your own creativity slips in.
Strange how these various reactions work, but for now let us get to the poems: […]
