"We cannot do without Fanny Howe." --Ange Mlinko, "The Nation
""
Here a gun might go off,
There perhaps a broom would brush away the sticks of spring.
It was not your fault where you were dropped
Or where you took your first steps.
"--from "After Watching Klimov's "Agoniya""
In Fanny Howe's latest collection of poems, she beckons us toward the origins of
both our collective knowing and our misperception. These poems move from one
country to another and from one archetypal position--parent, grandparent,
child--to another in the wake of the twentieth century. Certain movies provide
an almost religious resolution to questions and experiences.