Carol Mirakove on perhaps this is a rescue fantasy by Heather Fuller
perhaps this is a rescue fantasy by Heather Fuller (Edge Books, 1997) taught me to read as I had never before. Taught me to read poetry, myself as a political actor, situations, crimes & the cruelty we impose upon one another.
“a child outside / too young to scream as she does”
These poems fulfill the premise of poetry: they can’t be said any other way.
Heather Fuller discovers poetry in a contextual self
“I don’t own anything / and am thus / a terminal guest”
“the man in priority seating reminds / me of violence”
citizen & valentine
“does a wish for safe / transit assume a wish for love”
“I make love in the most irrelevant places”
fiercely honest & vulnerable.
“how far into dreams would you / go before losing”
perhaps this is a rescue fantasy serves as a North Star for me: I return to it when I am lost
“I’m after / ecstasy why we write or walk”
& then resume participation.
“Do I look as if I need a taxi”