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Jill McDonoughBesprekingen
Auteur van Habeas Corpus (Salt Modern Poets)
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[These poems set me to exploring my own mind, consciously and unconsciously.]
At one point, as I was operating without enough sleep, I drifted off at the beginning of one of her poems. Without consciously remembering the first lines, I continued on, composing line after line in my sleeping head. As those lines came to me, it also became seriously clear to me that when I finished the poem, my life would end. I had no judgement or fear from that realization, just a certainty. Since I’m here and writing this, I either never came up with the poem’s last line, or I was completely wrong, or this is death. Do all of us know for sure when we have left our everyday reality? Couldn’t this be just another moment in time, a moment where we simply continue on in our own story. Or, just possibly, life is an uncompleted poem.