A review by serinehart
Trances of the Blast by Mary Ruefle


I increasingly think poetry isn’t for me. Mary Ruefle’s writing in particular is semi-absurd riddles. I can get the often ironical tone, and certain lines make me laugh out loud or scoff, but I think I’ll stick to her lectures and prose.

Images/words/ideas she loves: time (and its warping or transition with memory and imagined situations), happiness (as a question, ironic statement), glass as a reflection of the ocean, words as paper birds, honey, shoe soles; rain as a device; repetition of lines and phrasings to achieve slightly altered meanings; deconstruction of the phrase "I love you"