Electric Grace
“A friend of mine once described a poem as a broken reliquary, a suggestion I never truly understood until I read Kathleen Willard’s Electric Grace. Now I see a poem is a reliquary that builds itself a holiness it cannot hold, the sacred shattering the confines that would contain it. It is a rar thing, but a fine one, to discover a poet tuned by awe into her truest song—the rapture, the rupture, thereof.
Her poem promises us an old promise, that verse—turn by turn—act in our minds and hearts a experiences of conversion, turning us inward to the soul’s lonely longing, and turning us outward i equal measure, to speak with the wolves and the birds of the wild world.”
—Dan Beachy-Quick“A friend of mine once described a poem as a broken reliquary, a suggestion I never truly understood until I read Kathleen Willard’s Electric Grace. Now I see a poem is a reliquary that builds itself a holiness it cannot hold, the sacred shattering the confines that would contain it. It is a rar thing, but a fine one, to discover a poet tuned by awe into her truest song—the rapture, the rupture, thereof.
Her poem promises us an old promise, that verse—turn by turn—act in our minds and hearts a experiences of conversion, turning us inward to the soul’s lonely longing, and turning us outward i equal measure, to speak with the wolves and the birds of the wild world.”
—Dan Beachy-Quick“A friend of mine once described a poem as a broken reliquary, a suggestion I never truly understood until I read Kathleen Willard’s Electric Grace. Now I see a poem is a reliquary that builds itself a holiness it cannot hold, the sacred shattering the confines that would contain it. It is a rar thing, but a fine one, to discover a poet tuned by awe into her truest song—the rapture, the rupture, thereof.
Her poem promises us an old promise, that verse—turn by turn—act in our minds and hearts a experiences of conversion, turning us inward to the soul’s lonely longing, and turning us outward i equal measure, to speak with the wolves and the birds of the wild world.”
—Dan Beachy-Quick