Brock-Broido populates her third volume of poems with such calamitous individuals as a Romanov child awaiting the Russian Revolution and a transient who committed suicide by entering a lionâ€™s den at the National Zoo. These tragic figures exist in counterpoint to the poetâ€™s confrontation of the deaths of parents and companions. She tempers the supernatural visitations and baroque lexicon that have characterized her earlier work with an affecting skepticism, emerging from a lengthy bedside vigil with the epiphany â€œI made no wish, save being / Merely magical. I am magical / No more.â€ The elegy is a form that more pedestrian poets often taint with mawkishness, but in Brock-Broidoâ€™s hands it yields great conceptual and syntactical variety.
(That edition of Briefly Noted includes reviews of three other books of poems.)
Go here for a brief bio of Brock-Broido, with links to her poems online, including: â€œLeaflet on Wooingâ€ (with audio) and â€œThe Halo That Would Not Lightâ€ on Poetry Daily, which is my favorite of what Iâ€™ve read so far.
Download the audio for Brock-Broidoâ€™s recent interview with KCRWâ€™s Michael Silverblatt. (Completely geeky aside: Silverblatt is one of my heroes when it comes to reading the fuck out of a book. At the beginning of each month I always check this page to see his reading list.)
Confidential to Amazon: Offering this as an excerpt from the book is lame.
(This post feels like an homage to wood s lot, only less competent.)