There’s a level at which words are spirit and paper is skin. That’s the fascination of archives. There’s still a bodily trace.

- Susan Howe

Whose order is shut inside the structure of a sentence?

- Susan Howe

Herman Melville is not comforting. Emily Dickinson isn’t either. Maybe their work is too hungry for comfort, or just too vivid for comfort. But Henry…

- Susan Howe

In Maureen Owen's perfectly titled Erosion's Pull, words and lines map, unmap, and revamp our everyday postcontemporary geographies: ironies and ambi…

- Susan Howe

Soundwaves. It’s the difference between one stillness and another stillness.

- Susan Howe

If history is a record of survivors, Poetry shelters other voices.

- Susan Howe

A poem is an invocation, rebellious return to the blessedness of beginning again, wandering free in pure process of forgetting and finding.

- Susan Howe

I often think of the space of a page as a stage, with words, letters, syllable characters moving across.

- Susan Howe