This book of prose poems/meditations should be out in a month. Here are some blurbs:
“The latest in Susan M. Schultz’s ongoing, cumulative epic is as gorgeous, far out, and
effective as anything she’s written. I love her deep but lightly held learning, her big heart,
and that she’s quotidian and funny. Our great poet of grief, Schultz is the calm at the center
of storms of sorrow, confusion, loss, politics. Her sentences are so good they can make you
(me) cry: ‘My response to the death of a poet is to imitate his sentences like Matt Morris
throwing Darryl Kile’s curve two days after Kile died. Style’s a form of grieving, one that
threads out like a shawl over bent shoulders.’ This—like the whole book—has her distinctive
smartness, precision, and just plain beautiful writing.” —Elinor Nauen
“I want to write an honest sentence. This is where we find ourselves, surrounded by lies.
And this is what Susan M. Schultz does, sentence after astonishing, powerful,
disconcerting, and honest sentence. ‘A true sentence sings; an honest one interrupts,’ she
writes. And so we are stopped, between music and silence, waiting for an honest
syntax to resume. Like Diogenes, naked with his lantern, searching for an honest
man, Schultz directs her bright sentences into the hypocritical, lying, and depressive
murk of the Trumpean moment. May her sentences prevail!” —James Berger
Sleeping is good, but even more I enjoy being awake. Susan M. Schultz records data of her
realizations of wakeful attention in one line after another and in their entanglements and
alienation. To read is to join, to enjoin, and to seal a pact. Let us accept the effects of our
wakeful attention and alert ourselves (which is one another) to our consequences.
—Steve Benson
