Good Grief, the Ground

It's hard to stay present in this world: to stay not only alive but alert-to the Florida thunder, to the waves and their corresponding particles, to the 'lumbering monsters' of misgovernment in the cereal aisles, to fear and desire and patriarchy's crossed wires, and to all the ways in which you and I, dear reader, can learn to stand up for ourselves, or even fight back. It's hard, but Margaret Ray's first collection makes it happen. Show and tell, f-/marry/bury, 'Cheez-its,' 'Sweet Fears' and advice from her younger self recur as Ray shows us through he -and not only her-world in the American vernacular, the supple free verse, and the technical variety of this stunning, and scary, and honestly fun, collection. Come and see. Take care. Dive in. - Stephanie Burt, author of After Callimachus: Poems This is a book full of heat. No, it's full of sadness. It's rich with sensory pleasure. No, it struggles with absence, loss, diminishment. This is a good-humored, tender-hearted book. No, this book is full of edges. This is a book about change. This is a book about staying still. One of the great things about Ray's lucid, supple narrative lyric poetry is the way it gets the many conflicting tones and emotions of life to co-exist and collaborate to make poems into stages on which all kinds of things can happen. 'I want to pour/my life into a different container,/but it's still river water,' one poem announces. Good Grief, the Ground feels both familiar and quite surprising-and isn't that what we are ultimately after, in poetry as in life? - Daisy Fried, author of The Year the City Emptied