The Banjo Clock (New California Poetry, Volume 34)
For Karen Garthe, poetry is a Molotov cocktail. A grasp of radical invention, Garthe combines brio of notion with linguistic virtuosity, bringing language to new lifestyles from the interior at breakneck velocity. The Banjo Clock, her moment assortment, cultivates a luxuriant sensibility while it interrupts poetic continuity with cuts, ironies, sharp wit, and wild recklessness. In poems that examine poetry itself, Garthe writes approximately getting ready the medium, the ink, “the movement of latest utility.” She then turns to America’s psychic maladies and the necessity to rehabilitate our democracy, now floundering within the glare of TV’s blue depressive gentle.
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