1. My mother was an English major at Wellesley in the late 60s. On the bookshelf in our house, she kept all of her poetry books from the classes she took: John Donne, T.S. Eliot, W.B.Read more.
Dirty and full of alchemy and dark magic, sex and unrequited love and requited hate and also self-hatred and self-love, Ariana Reines’ messages and incantations have the permanence of all great art and catchy radio jingles: they seem always to have existed. Whether the “I” in these poems is cleaning her room, traversing a desert in her mind, giving a blow job, watching a terrible movie or thinking about God, death, Shakespeare or Haiti, she is always riveting and always saying something new.
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