Carina Finn's new chap,
My Life is A Movie (Birds of Lace) is really good. I'm always a fan of poetry that pushes boundaries, and lately have loved prose-poems a little more than a little, and the main themes here are sets (film sets, stages, the stage of our lives, the passing of time, the perceived realities of the stage and non-stage), food - lots of food and the enjoyment of food and the shame of it too - and clothing and colors, some sadness and the hyper-real and the real and possibly the unreal and then real-life behaviors that are made to sound grandiloquent. And they are! She can make using a fork on a piece of wonder bread sound like the Angel Gabriel weeping at your door. Which she sort of does a lot. I interviewed her for
thethepoetry, and The Poetry Foundation's
Harriet Blog excerpted it.
