A Thin Fire Runs Through Me
How is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in.
Each line a strip of skin torn from me.
In A thin fire runs through me, Kim Trainor interrogates what it means to exist, to navigate the quotidian amidst the constant drip-feed of political and ecological disasters.
Written over an intense nine-month period in 2016 and 2017 amidst the stresses of heartbreak, depression, and the progression of a new love, Trainor's exquisite sequence of short poems offers meditations on different hexagrams in the I Ching, or Book of Changes. Incorporating fragments from reportage on current events, Jewish liturgy, and lyric poetics, she latches her readers to the present while acknowledging the inescapable presence of the past.
A thin fire runs through megrapples with Trainor's own personal circumstance while contemporaneously documenting the tenor of our times, suggesting that "We peer into other lives; we absorb words, headlines, violent events. We see and we don't see. These scraps are unintegrated, unintegratable, yet we carry them."
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How is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in.
Each line a strip of skin torn from me.
In A thin fire runs through me, Kim Trainor interrogates what it means to exist, to navigate the quotidian amidst the constant drip-feed of political and ecological disasters.
Written over an intense nine-month period in 2016 and 2017 amidst the stresses of heartbreak, depression, and the progression of a new love, Trainor's exquisite sequence of short poems offers meditations on different hexagrams in the I Ching, or Book of Changes. Incorporating fragments from reportage on current events, Jewish liturgy, and lyric poetics, she latches her readers to the present while acknowledging the inescapable presence of the past.
A thin fire runs through megrapples with Trainor's own personal circumstance while contemporaneously documenting the tenor of our times, suggesting that "We peer into other lives; we absorb words, headlines, violent events. We see and we don't see. These scraps are unintegrated, unintegratable, yet we carry them."
