Robert Glück

Some beautiful writing throughout that requires close attention as timing jumps frequently, almost on purpose because that's how the mind works in reflection. Intrusive, perhaps. But some knockout prose, particularly on grief, that made me reflective. Found this passage stunning:

"Mourning is the fear of losing Ed combined with the fact of losing Ed. I can't work it out and the problem shackles me. I see why doctors suggest travel, because I can't find a different place inside-intolerable rigidity.

I console myself: I never have to accept his death. Do I write to remain in contact?—when I'm finished will he be truly buried?"… (mere)