Not Even Then, the debut collection by Brian Blanchfield, introduces a poetry both compressed and musically fluid, beseechingly intimate and oddly authoritative. Blanchfield conducts
readers through a unique, theatrical realm where concepts and personages are enlivened into action: Continuity, Coincidence, Symmetry, and Shame keep uneasy company there with Marcel Duchamp
and Johnny Weissmuller, Lord Alfred Douglas and "Blue Boy" Master Lambton, Juliet's Nurse and Althusser's Moses.
With its kinked and suspensive language, Not Even Then draws on the lyric tradition, even as it complicates that tradition's dualism of self and other. Likeness is always under
investigation in the book's irreducible arrangements of alterity. From "Red Habits": "I imagine the interferences explained / in don't-think-twice and reverse advice / and by habits for both
head and breast / hers and hers as red as mine at chamber check. / We are each herself a further interference." No answer rests unquestioned in its turn; even the book title's cynicism is
challenged by a poetics alive to possibility, where Possibility is--impetuously, ecstatically--companionable. "The listener you are," writes Blanchfield, "the less alone." Not Even Then,
the debut collection by Brian Blanchfield, introduces a poetry both compressed and musically fluid, beseechingly intimate and oddly authoritative. Blanchfield conducts readers through a unique,
theatrical realm where concepts and personages are enlivened into action: Continuity, Coincidence, Symmetry, and Shame keep uneasy company there with Marcel Duchamp and Johnny Weissmuller, Lord
Alfred Douglas and "Blue Boy" Master Lambton, Juliet's Nurse and Althusser's Moses.
With its kinked and suspensive language, Not Even Then draws on the lyric tradition, even as it complicates that tradition's dualism of self and other. Likeness is always under
investigation in the book's irreducible arrangements of alterity. From "Red Habits": "I imagine the interferences explained / in don't-think-twice and reverse advice / and by habits for both
head and breast / hers and hers as red as mine at chamber check. / We are each herself a further interference." No answer rests unquestioned in its turn; even the book title's cynicism is
challenged by a poetics alive to possibility, where Possibility is--impetuously, ecstatically--companionable. "The listener you are," writes Blanchfield, "the less alone."