Review by Benjamin Landry
This book does not so much progress in any chronological sense as much as it recycles and relives. Much like the treatment offered Dentz, door is not a progression but a web.
Above all definitions of flung, I place “involved vigorously” foremost to describe my reading of Lucy Anderton’s debut. Her figurative and aesthetic reckoning is brilliant, fulfilling one of Yusef Komunyakaa’s requirements for poetry: “. . .doesn’t necessarily have a linear narrative, but invites one in to become a participant.” Nearly every poem is one of address, but the addressed evades summary and absolute specificity. In less capable hands, I would feel like an outsider or a mere observer. Not so with the flung you.