MacEwen reminds me in more ways than one of my old friend Ruth Taylor. The dynamics of being a/the woman poet in a group (sort of?) of male poets is hard to sort from the outside. "Fraught" to say the least.
Splitting the italics when quoting the last line is an interesting move. Sadly, I don't think she's saying "Nothing" actually does matter, but simply indulging the cliche that nothing matters. You've reminded me of the smoothness of her sonic progress, though. And I love parts of this poem. And the weird ambiguity of "their" in "their coffee." Whose coffee?
MacEwen reminds me in more ways than one of my old friend Ruth Taylor. The dynamics of being a/the woman poet in a group (sort of?) of male poets is hard to sort from the outside. "Fraught" to say the least.
Splitting the italics when quoting the last line is an interesting move. Sadly, I don't think she's saying "Nothing" actually does matter, but simply indulging the cliche that nothing matters. You've reminded me of the smoothness of her sonic progress, though. And I love parts of this poem. And the weird ambiguity of "their" in "their coffee." Whose coffee?
Haha splitting is probably a formatting error on anyone's part. MacEwen is wonderful bc she's so hard to pin down. I'll keep trying and failing.
Yeah, double-checked and only "matters" is italicized (stickler)
You mean in the original? Well, then, I, too, stand corrected.