She woke and rose

She Woke & Rose is an obsession with interiors, an attempt to forge openings, to merge letters as means of release, slowly, slowly feels the longing, the fractures and the loss. ‘When I state myself, as the Representative of the Verse – it does not mean – me – but a supposed person’, Emily Dickinson reveals. Here are multiple voices and personas rising and falling after their flowering periods. Alice Notley stresses that ‘words are one way to get at reality/poetry, what we’re in all the time’. When it comes to my reality and poetry, Inger Christensen’s fourth sequence in Alphabet simultaneously summarises and complicates it all for me: doves exist, dreamers, and dolls; killers exist, and doves, and doves; haze, dioxin, and days; days exist, days and death; and poems exist; poems, days, death To make a stand and push it over, acknowledging the theatrics and violence of it all. I wish to confront rather than confess and as Felicity Plunkett writes it’s ‘when you pin and catch feeling in words / the tissue of its inconstancy / flakes away in your hands.’