lifeinpoetry's review

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4.0

I keep reading nonfiction from mothers or people pursuing motherhood to feel for pain where there is none. Will I eventually feel that sense of loss of essentially becoming (temporarily?) sterilized for years by my psychiatric medication without being forewarned or later briefed, for the same medication putting me at risk of getting cancer, for the total upheaval of my body's hormone levels.

The pain hasn't happened for me yet, nor regret, but maybe one day.

As for this book, I love experimental books of lyrical essays, especially when they explore what it means to be an artist, and this one was lovely though it did not make me regret my loss of potential motherhood. Maybe the next one will.

jacob_wren's review against another edition

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5.0

"My artmaking includes artmaking includes time includes woe. / My woe includes light. / My light includes time."
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