Little did I know I was accruing I was amassing itness striving for allnessâ€” from “Accruing”
Today’s read: Clap For Me: That’s Not Me, Paola CapÃ³-Garcia – Rescue Press – 2018
I will always be drawn to a collection that brings me to a familiar place. The first section of poems in this collection was tightly packed, overlapping, coded language in landscaped containers. It gave me the feeling of the 1/9 line which starts in (for all intents and purposes) Yonkers then maneuvers through Riverdale, Inwood, the Heights, CCNY, Upper West Side, Central Park, Times Sq, Penn Station, Wall St, ad then the Staten Island Ferry. You can just imagine the concentration of vernacular encased in a small space that becomes rant and koan.
CapÃ³-Garcia brought me back to that sound chamber and the importance of listening through the noise.