How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons): Poetry

Readers familiar with Barbara Kingsolver’s best-selling novels may not know that she also is a poet. Her second collection is How to Fly In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons, which is organized into seven sections. The title of the book comes from the first section, a series of “how-to” poems. The second section is comprised of poems inspired by her family trip to Italy. The third section is about death and the passing of those close to her. The fourth section is themed on human connections. The fifth section is about the power of artists and what the claims art makes on its creators. The sixth section is a single, long prose poem, “Where it Begins,” that meditates on the interconnectedness of everything in time. The last section is called “The Nature of Objects.” It’s an impressive collection, tender and clear-eyed, metaphysical and sensory, demonstrating a wonderful mastery of language, sound, and rhythm. Her precise descriptions elicit the spirituality that infuses the physical world. If you liked Kingsolver’s novels but shy away from poetry as too incomprehensible, don’t shy away from this book. It’s accessible, and if you enjoy her novels, you’ll enjoy Kingsolver’s poetry. The book has received good reviews, but not as good as it deserves. Here’s what The Guardian says:

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/aug/04/poetry-book-of-the-month-how-to-fly-by-barbara-kingsolver-review

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About Mike Wilson

Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines including Cagibi Literary Journal, Stoneboat, The Aurorean, The Ocotillo Review, London Reader, and in anthologies including for a better world 2020 and Anthology of Appalachian Writers Vol. X. He received Kentucky State Poetry Society’s Chaffin/Kash Prize in 2019. He resides in Lexington, Kentucky, but summers in Ecstasy and winters in Despair.

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