Yesterday, in the dark night of the lumbar 4-5 soul (around 2:30 a.m.), when it was clear that there would
be no more sleep, I was vouchsafed a vision.
Philip Metres’s newest collection of poetry speaks as eloquently as ever against empire—but he grounds the writing in this book in his own family’s story and history.
"My brain is no longer a hive buzzing with new ideas for novels. My body tells me that seventy isn’t the new fifty or sixty. The immutable truth is that I’m old."
"When I watched the January 6 riot unfold on television, I remember being glad my kids were in school; if they had been home, I would have turned it off."
