Bewilderness explores urban and suburban wildernesses-- threshold places--in a darkly comedic, surreal set of prose poems. In Bewilderness, urban and suburban landscapes come to life as
shape-shifting places, enchanted places, mundane places of magical thinking, as the reader explores the heterotopias of playgrounds and backyards, lakefront parks, splintery subdivisions, and semi-industrial wastelands. Creatures that inhabit these edged-out corners of land take on the features and neuroses of their human cohabitants in poems that are direct, declarative missives with offbeat
instructions for navigating and inhabiting these liminal worlds.
We picked rhinestones from wings of sunglasses and searched the golden tongues of shoes for white-lies or pennies that might have been left behind.
Black tends to write in direct, declarative sentences, but she achieves an incantatory urgency through repetition and a build-up of expressive images.
Barbara Carey, Toronto Star
From the natural world to the liminal space between dream and hard reality, Catherine Black reveals the strange and beautiful in these leaping image prose poems. I was uplifted by this collection: it is both shelter and nourishment.
Carolyn Smart, author of Careen
In
Bewilderness, each item in the notebook of everything is connected by an invisible thread to each other thing. Catherine Black weaves her poems with these threads, connecting the luminosity, resonance and being of the everyday, its complex web of perceptions and emotions with evocative sensory and conceptual allure. We are
bewildered
in that everything, even the familiar, is newly discovered, wild to possibility, observation and poetry. As this book reads our world, we read this book: with eyes wild open.
Gary Barwin, author of Yiddish for Pirates
Black’s poems read like an I spy: a crush of beloved items, textures, ideas. People are described by the objects in their houses, by the things they gather and guard. It feels like pastiche, like a dream, like watching an enterprising songbird build a nest out of foraged scraps and garbage, out of “glass and ash, nests of cigarette butts and pigeon down” (“A Home from Nothing”). Black writes: “I know the panic of assembling a home from nothing.” These poems seem to whisper: even nothing can be made into everything you need.
Dessa Bayrock, Arc Poetry Magazine
Awards
- Pat Lowther Memorial Award (longlisted)