What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems.In Language as Form, poets write about poetic language as patterned language—how words as sound, voice, sentence, and song become elements of form. Each Monday's delivery brings you a poem and an excerpt from the essay.
Farid Matuk
Run down, or risen
Far enough to catch the moon’s reach
For trees aglow with chlorine in their leaves and garlands

From a long-gone national holiday
That wants me to wake up awake, holding on
To which expectation just ahead?

             If you have to ask, moon child,
             You’re already glowing

Your silver face and our only friends in the sky,
The doddering in their eyes

Looking down to this pool deck,
Barrel cactus, pink gravel     Having been seen

Comes with its own annotations

I’ll go to sleep
Asleep

Unwelcomed but held
By a word just behind
from the book MOON MIRRORED INDIVISIBLE / University of Chicago Press
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Cover of Farid Matuk's book, Moon Mirrored Indivisible
What Sparks Poetry: Farid Matuk on Language as Form

"I wanted this work to be accountable, to not settle for easy truisms about ambiguity or a lack of closure being liberatory or even interesting. I wanted, more than I had before, to risk being right or wrong or foolish or earnest or stylized. I don't know who to face, but in wanting to be accountable the poems call—a bit desperately, really—to readers I can't yet see. My ambition was to create across each poem and again across the book a complex of feelings, sometimes contradictory feelings, that would get at what's irreconcilable about the real."
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"Shane McCrae Goes Back to Hell"

"What is Hell, these days? New and Collected Hell (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), a book-length poem by Shane McCrae, is an audacious effort to stage a tour of the underworld in an almost painfully post-millennial context and vernacular. McCrae’s Hell contains a human-resources 'bunker,' conducts intake interviews, shows the damned on screens that hang above gray cubicles sprawling endlessly in all directions, and communicates—pure evil—by fax machine only. The Devil must be reimagined for each age."

viaTHE NEW YORKER
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