Gigi Marks's poems are intimate, in fact they explore intimacy as their primary concern, probing our desire to find ourselves reflected in an other, to sometimes give ourselves over to that other. In this sense, they are reminiscent of Dickinson; they stay close to home while urgently querying the borders of the human. The 'other' in these poems, the 'you,' might be a lover, might be a child, might be a flower or a bee, or might be the reader herself, for the poems gesture outward from a speaker who is 'waiting to see you,' a speaker who wants to, in 'seeing you' discover her own self liquid, widening: 'I am / not one of them, I am,' she writes, deftly expressing the question that guides each and every one of these delicate, beautiful, and quietly strange poems: how might we escape what Oppen called 'the shipwreck of the singular,' how might we find ourselves, as Marks puts it, 'in someone else's house'? The more I read these, the closer I feel to their speaker, which is to say, to myself. -- Julie Carr
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Published May 15, 2012
by Silverfish Review Press.
Literature & Fiction.