Fierce confusion and a pitch-perfect sense of humor interact chemically in Jacqueline Waters’ poetry. The result of her rueful kindness is the deep surprise that comes from being intensely awake and from paying close attention to "not just the creation of a pattern, / but an examination of the principles behind a pattern." Waters is serious but never earnest.
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Somewhere between Some Trees–era John Ashbery and Ange Mlinko, Waters's poised page-length lyrics pull off the difficult trick of making the first person at once immediate and strange: "Odd I had to learn to act natural/ To look as innocent as a beaker/ though less rigid or reproducible."| Read Full Review of A Minute without Danger (Adve...