Is anyone in my generation not indebted to “The Colonel”? If not indebted, can any of us write without acknowledging it or understanding its importance?
At its core, this is a book about exile: physical exile abroad-the kind of displacement of vision that burnishes a poet’s perspective both on the world and on one’s own vision of the world.
Emotional exile-the separation from what one sees and what one feels about what one sees, and then the ability to write it down without qualifying it.
Intellectual exile-the be in the body and to be confronted with death, violence, fear. To continue on.
These exiles are necessary. To be a poet we must not be ourselves. This book is evidence that a collective voice can have one body, can speak for many, can speak for those who cannot or will not speak, is necessary. It’s evidence that a solitary voice can be heard by many.
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