New and Notable: Whosoever Has Let a Minotaur Enter Them, Or a Sonnet

Emily Carr has written a new collection of poetry, and its everything you would hope for and more. It is self described as "poetry of love - and divorce - that rips open romance..." Each word is dripping in meaning, but somehow manages to connect to the next in a succinct and beautiful way. The result: a gooey warm mess of both affect and intellect. The framing of all capital lettered headings, brackets, and dashes produces disjoint. From page to page some phrases spill, while others are contained within one. The reader is left in a space of ambiguity and uncertainty: what is coming next? will the current phrase reach is culmination on the next page, or is this it? The form mimics Carr's questions posed through text. She develops imagery of objects and spaces, all familiar and quotidian, that transform through affect into extraordinary mementos of a lost love.

Working through the poems is simultaneously heartbreaking and healing.

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