With the adventurousness of Ashbery and the gregariousness of Billy Collins, no one’s bag of tricks is as bottomless as Caroline Knox’s.
They’re Quaker guns, a creative ruse, the kind you couldn’t and wouldn’t
fire: they’re flotsam, jetsam, or any old trees, ships’ logs.
They’re broken masts. They’re the Friends of the Friends.
Caroline Knox is the winner of the 2005 Maurice English Award and the author of six collections of poetry. Her poems have appeared in The Times Literary Supplement, The Paris Review, and elsewhere.
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Her wildness, however, is tempered by a serious commitment to fixed forms—as one of her poems reports, this book contains “two sonnets, two haiku,/ a sestina, an homage/ to George Herbert, some tercets,/ a masque, two translations,/ two erasure poems, an elegy,/ a recipe, a song, an ABC,/ an eclo...Mar 17 2008 | Read Full Review of Quaker Guns
Cummings poems (had they actually been erasures), a recipe for a really fucked up Jell-o salad, a ten-line poem whose couplets adhere to a pointless eye-rhyme scheme: “A Jesuit / appeared in an apesuit” (suggesting that rhymes do not a poem make).| Read Full Review of Quaker Guns
she also plays with both form and language, creating erasure poems (where the poem is created by erasing words from other written material, then making sense of the remaining words) as well as nonce tercets where “every line / rhymes with another somewhere or other.” Her play makes words more ela...Aug 18 2009 | Read Full Review of Quaker Guns