AGAINST WHAT LIGHT by Sunnylyn Thibodeaux, and YOUNG by Christina Fisher
The intimate music that plays in AGAINST
WHAT LIGHT by Sunnylyn Thibodeaux has an effortless quality to it, which is
to say it is composed by finely crafted poems that reflect a dailiness that not
many poets can capture. “Capture” isn’t the right word, since this fleeting
recognition of being in the moment by its nature requires that you don’t hold
on too tightly to anything except the particular awareness that choreographs
the dance of the mind and the heart:
Today is Saturday, sky clouded over Rain drops waiting for gravity to take them
Some leaps and pirouettes, one ear (one eye) on the daily news, outside
There are fragile things in the sky
All miners are aboveground They sent down the Virgin Mary with food
In AGAINST WHAT LIGHT it is the
quality of the attention that matters, one syllable at a time.
There is a similar attention, a similar engagement with the moment, no
sooner here than gone, in YOUNG by
Christina Fisher.But this sequence of primarily
short poems has an entirely different effect.
Everyday another way To fuck it up Or make it rhyme (from “Starter Set”)
Often lines break and twist the moment back upon itself, although the sense of timing is impeccable:
Ya—kinda got that Wishing I didn’t Miss you (from “Intense Aspects”)
Fisher has a great ear, and YOUNG
is a solid little collection of tough tender poems “Not to be remembered and
forgot / But lived through” (from “Rock Star”).
You should be able to get a copy of YOUNG from Bird & Beckett in San
Francisco, since they published it.
AGAINST WHAT LIGHT was published by, and is available from, ypolitapress.