Friday, November 16, 2007
As I understand my Russian-born, life-long Republican father, we have an inner self and that “self” can be shattered, as when we are in some way violated, with the result that one can literally lose one’s mind. Think Post-Traumatic Stress. The working metaphor for this work in progress is soul retrieval, locating and recovering what was lost, “breathing it back” into an individual, and making that person whole again.
The "soul retrieval" poems pick up from the final section of The Collected (and from God is in the Cracks).