By Mark Doty
The darkly swish poems in Mark Doty's 7th assortment discover the ways that we're trained through the implacable powers of time and wish. the area continually renews itself, and the recent brings either threat and erasure. Given the bounds of our personal our bodies, how are we to dwell in the inevitability of despair?
This is the plainest of Doty's books, its language stripped and humbled. yet no matter what depths are sounded in those poems, their humane and open song sustains. paintings itself instructs us. Lucian Freud's startling renditions of human pores and skin, Virginia Woolf's ecstatic depiction of recognition, Caravaggio's only-too-real humans increased to tough glory -- all flip the sunshine of human intelligence upon "the evening of time."
Formally creative, hot, straight away witty and disconsolate, tuition of the humanities represents a poet reinventing his personal voice at midlife, discovering a fashion via a stricken passage. Acutely attentive, insistently alive, it is a booklet of "fierce vulnerability."