by Mary C. Florio
Scheduled Release Date: Aug 15, 2021
Mary Florio is interested in the concept of transmission, of how so many things—virus, hate, despair, fear—all the willful seeds of undoing—follow us poor humans around in a cloud of unknowing. The pandemic has taught the world loneliness, but we have always been lonely, and wounded. We just can’t see it. We’re in the fog, always.
In Mary Florio’s remarkable debut, lushly musical poems of striking imagination and wit chronicle a world reduced by the Covid pandemic to one in which “All the party lights are out,” and creatures both human and animal approach being undone by isolation, loneliness and peril. But though grounded in an altered, wounded planet that “can’t stop/ whining about its pain as if pain were/ something new,” Florio’s tart, provocative, and gorgeously visual poems chronicle what no pandemic can distract us from—the fundamental necessity to connect, to understand, to love—or, at least, to arrive at what Robert Frost called “a momentary stay against confusion.” Mary Florio’s The Fog is a triumph, capturing truths so clear and elemental we might, in our justifiable fear, have failed to recognize them.
—Catherine Doty, author of Wonderama
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