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Made Flesh

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Made Flesh is essentially a book of love poems, poems that are about love as well as in love. They celebrate and sometimes mourn the ways that lovers lose themselves in each other, for better or worse — what I like to think of as “the joy of self-forgetting.” Many of the poems borrow heavily on Greek mythology — characters like Persephone and Hades, Narcissus — holding them up as a kind of black mirror in which to look at ourselves, our very contemporary pains and pleasures. They’re one part classical, one part jazz, and one part dance remix. “Hymn to Persephone” is a mash-up (if you like) of one of the oldest stories we have: the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, the descent into the underworld. It’s a story we return to over and over because the question it asks is timeless: What does love do in the face of loss? How do we love anyone knowing we will eventually lose them?

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