Monday, November 15, 2010

"Of the original apple, all of these clones since..."

Sina Queryas, in the December issue of Poetry:

Elegy attempts to get at something original about loss. Our pain is always unique. It's always more serious somehow than others' pain. And it's often impossible to recognize others' pain, even when we're at our most empathic. On the most simplistic level one can say that each apple is both unique and a replication - and now even more complexly so - of the original. The image is also laden with the laws of motion/emotion, the relation between the bite and life. It makes me consider how entrenched narrative gestures can be. There is some connection between the apple and grief for me.

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