Poems exploring the idea of home and the difficulties of a deeply ambiguous relationship to that word.
At once wise and achingly at a loss, Ann Scowcroft's The Truth of Houses is an elegant and honest debut collection. While very intimate--even startlingly intimate at times--the voices of these poems are constantly taking a step backward, wrestling for a measure of distance and perspective. Reading them, we eavesdrop on the uncovering of a personal vernacular that might allow the present to be better lived; we have the sense of overhearing a particular yet eerily familiar inner struggle--a struggle for insight, for an equanimity with which both narrator and fortunate reader might re-enter life anew.
"All of which is to say: the houses aren't fooled
the houses know the five truths
The truth of light: you will see before you understand
The truth of motion: escape is an illusion
The truth of trees: your busy life will dissolve into the soil
The truth of windows: what protects can also maim
The truth of peace:
despite all the other truths
knowing will come to you wearing one hundred faces
contain you as once you contained your
own blood"
--from "The Truth of Houses"
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