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The darkly graceful poems in Mark Doty's seventh collection explore the ways in which we are educated by the implacable powers of time and desire. The world constantly renews itself, and the new brings both possibility and erasure. Given the limits of our own bodies, how are we to live within the inevitability of despair? This is the plainest of Doty's books, its language stripped and humbled. But whatever depths are sounded in these poems, their humane and open music sustains. Art itself instructs us. Lucian Freud's startling renditions of human skin, Virginia Woolf's ecstatic depiction of consciousness, Caravaggio's only-too-real people elevated to difficult glory -- all turn the light of human intelligence upon "the night of time." Formally inventive, warm, at once witty and disconsolate, School of the Arts represents a poet reinventing his own voice at midlife, finding a way through a troubled passage. Acutely attentive, insistently alive, this is a book of "fierce vulnerability." No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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My two favorite poems from this collection, though, are “Now You’re an Animal” and “Heaven for Arden.” The former pulses with male sexuality, the poet imagining himself with antlers as he poses nude for a photographer. Later, dressed again and walking through a cold New York spring, Doty observes that
[...] on the street a few men knew what I wished:
that my plain clothes hid hooves and haunches.
The latter, the closing poem of the volume, presents an everyday situation, taking a dog for a walk, but uncharacteristically leaves it completely up to the reader to make the unmistakeable connection to a larger truth. After turning around at the halfway point of the walk to head home, Doty’s dog shows obvious relief:
Then he could take comfort
in the certainty of an ending,
and treat the rest of the way as a series of possibilities;
then he could run,
and find pleasure in the woods beside the path.
Through experience with the certainty of endings, Doty too has learned to find pleasure in the woods beside the path, and reading his poetry the reader can share both the insights he has gained and the pleasure he has found. ( )