Sarah Vap writes:
In her collection Up The Shinbone Superlatives, with the noun-phantasmagoria of
Gertrude Stein, and the weird-spiritual binary-implosion of William Blake, Emily
Carr opens her stunning throat. And like the Minotaur, she does something that
any hybrid human-animal creature would do when conspired against and trapped
in a labyrinth by the gods—she searches, and so re-defines searching. She
prays, and so re-defines prayer. It’s spectacular, but it’s not pretty. And it’s not
supplicant. And it’s not what you think:
squashed angels splay minotaur wings,
little petticoats of rain shred whatever surrounds.
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