Dimensions
187 x 236 x 15mm
It is rare to find in one collection an entire skyline burning and the quiet to follow a single worm, to hear soil breathe-in Jorie Graham's fifteenth poetry collection, you do.
Jorie Graham's fifteenth poetry collection, To 2040louder than speech, and wired birds parrot recordings of their extinct ancestors. In one poem, the speaker is warned by a clairvoyant "the American experiment will end in 2030." Graham shows us our potentially inevitable future soundtracked by sirens among industrial ruins, contemplating the loss of those who inhabited and named them.
In sparse lines that move with cinematic precision, these poems pan from overhead views ofreshaped shorelines to close-ups of a worm burrowing through earth. Here, we linger, climatecrisis on hold, as Graham asks us to sit silently, to hear soil breathe. An urgent open letter to thefuture, with a habit of looking back, To 2040gently on a green shower ledge. In poems that look to 2040 as both future and event-horizon, we leave the collection warned, infinitely wiser, and yet more attentively on edge. "Inhale. / Are you still there / the sun says to me." And, from the title poem, "what was yr message, what were u meant to / pass on?"
