Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a people who were the heart of our country and lifeblood of our culture. After rising water, winds and abandonment, after our failure and neglect, comes this symphony of utterance from the ruins: many-voiced, poignant, sorrowful and fierce. This is poetry taking the full measure of its task.
One can live without having survived - Carolyn Forche
One can live without having survived
- Carolyn Forche
Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a peopl… - Carolyn Forche
Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a peopl…
If I just work when the spirit moves me, the spirit will ignore me. - Carolyn Forche
If I just work when the spirit moves me, the spirit will ignore me.
We are responsible for the quality of our vision, we have a say in the shaping of our sensibility. In the many thousand daily choices we make, we cre… - Carolyn Forche
We are responsible for the quality of our vision, we have a say in the shaping of our sensibility. In the many thousand daily choices we make, we cre…
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands. - Carolyn Forche
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.
There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted f… - Carolyn Forche
There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted f…
A thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish. - Carolyn Forche
A thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish.
Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even. - Carolyn Forche
Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even.
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