PLACE ALIGNS, FOR me, with a few other books from around 2005-10 that register the oppressiveness of the second G. W. Bush administration, the days of Abu Ghraib and Hurricane Katrina, when it felt like Dubya was easily the Worst President Ever--little knew we what was coming all too shortly! I'm thinking of Carla Harryman's Adorno's Noise, Richard Greenfield's Tracer, that book of Alice Notley's with the owl on the cover, I think, whose name I forget...Alma, maybe. Blood, torture, and disaster keep hovering throughout PLACE. “Loved / ones shall pay / ransom / for the body of / their child.” “[T]here this / animal / dying slowly / in eternity its / trap.” “My century, the one where / 187 million perished in wars, massacre, persecution, famine […].” Dark.
The clouds part, though, with the closing poems. "Lapse" is a memory of Graham putting her daughter Emily in a swing in 1983, when she was not yet one year old, and giving her a little push. Having myself once upon a time helped my children (and grandchildren) enjoy a swing, I particularly enjoyed this poem, all the more in that it pulls out the stops, with the full Graham pleroma effect of, say, “Summer Solstice” in Sea Change. (That the swinging takes place on the day of the summer solstice resonates nicely.)
PLACE is I think the fifth Graham collection for which Emily was dedicatee or co-dedicatee. I wonder how she felt about that? She turned 30 the year PLACE was published, and I expect she had made her peace with it by then.
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