In the Spring 2010 issue of the Spoon River Poetry Review M.B. McLatchey wrote a review of Marion Boyer’s 2009 book The Clock of the Long Now. I have not read the book, and until now was unfamiliar with this poet, but McLatchey’s salesmanship has me hooked. “Through language that is mythic in tenor, Boyer casts us in a mythic universe, at once liberating us from our personal histories and magnifying them… beautifully wrought and deeply human meditation on our obligations to one another and to our pasts.”
Check out these lines from her poem “Antarctica”
“Despite the things we rely on
to cover our mistakes—
onions, snow, flames,
there’s no escaping history.
Every chink and crevice
of the world is filled with it.”
I love how such simple things, “onions, snow, flames,” are given as examples of “the things we rely on// to cover our mistakes–”
Boyer is reminding us of the importance of details and the detritus which can at times define our lives. Then the following lines continue with a tactile music—“Every chink and crevice//of the world is filled with it.” I love that.