I had Plainwater by Anne Carson on my wishlist for years. Then I bought it and had it on my shelf for months, then read it. I liked it a lot less than I was expecting to, but it had some wonderful bits, and these I am giving to you below. These are all out of order and come from different poems/essays. The last is the best, so I'll put the rest behind a cut...
( Cut for poetry. May be triggering if you are sensitive to language. )
Well, we are objects in a wind that is stopped, is my view. There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are no empty towns (just empty scholars) and there is no regret. Now move along.
( Cut for poetry. May be triggering if you are sensitive to language. )
Well, we are objects in a wind that is stopped, is my view. There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are no empty towns (just empty scholars) and there is no regret. Now move along.