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A review by chikagi
That Winter the Wolf Came by Juliana Spahr
challenging
emotional
inspiring
reflective
3.0
These poems both romanticize and the explore the author's feelings of disenchantment following the 2011 Occupy Movement.
"It's All Fucked, It's All Good" resonated the strongest for me, asking questions about what kept some people from joining the movement, defending the messier aspects of revolution and the even messier people who participate, and wondering what happens when we all go home, for those of us who get to go home. The author acknowledges her privilege compared to those she's protesting with, but she was there, and she was an ally, which is more than many people can say.
Overall, I didn't connect with most of the poems, but I enjoyed the author's honest reflection of how it felt to protest and to love your fellow protestors, with glimpses of Oakland, CA throughout. "We fought because we became through fight. And because we don't agree and because we cared with an intensity."
"It's All Fucked, It's All Good" resonated the strongest for me, asking questions about what kept some people from joining the movement, defending the messier aspects of revolution and the even messier people who participate, and wondering what happens when we all go home, for those of us who get to go home. The author acknowledges her privilege compared to those she's protesting with, but she was there, and she was an ally, which is more than many people can say.
Overall, I didn't connect with most of the poems, but I enjoyed the author's honest reflection of how it felt to protest and to love your fellow protestors, with glimpses of Oakland, CA throughout. "We fought because we became through fight. And because we don't agree and because we cared with an intensity."