A review by davenash
Debths by Susan Howe

3.0

This is the avante-garde today in poetry.

Three sections resemble traditional poems, but they are brief and patchwork. Two other sections are like print collages.

Howe is interested typos and smudged. The title of the books is a play on the debts, deaths, and depths. Maybe this is her last work. Howe is a total Boston Brahman. Her dad was a Harvard Law prof and her mother an Irish actress. So she focused on New England history and the rule against perpetuities - fun times.

"A work of art is a world of sings, at lest to the poet's
nursery book shelf shelter behind the artist ear.
I recall each little motto howl its ins and outs
to those of us who might as well be on the moon
illu illu illu"

This is the first poem which is a better forward than her actual intro which while in prose manages to be spacey and confusing like her verse. It was interesting to read but not a keeper for me.