Julie Hanson's award-winning collection, "Unbeknownst," gives us
plainspoken poems of unstoppable candor. They are astonished and
sobered by the incoming data; they are funny; they are
psychologically accurate and beautifully made. Hanson's is a mind
interested in human responsibility--to ourselves and to each
other--and unhappy about the disappointments that are bound to
transpire ("We've been like gods, our powers wasted"). These poems
are lonely with spiritual longing and wise with remorse for all
that cannot last.
"The Kindergartners" begins, "All their lives they've waited for
/ the yellow bus to come for them," then moves directly to the
present reality: "Now it's February and the mat / is wet." Settings
and events are local and familiar, never more exotic than a yoga
session at the Y, one of several instances where the body is
central to the report and to the net result ("I slip in and fold /
behind the wheel into the driver's seat like a thin young thing: /
My organs are surely glistening. This car was made for me."). These
poems are intimate revelations, thinking as they go, including the
reader in the progress of their thoughts.
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