Sarah Anne Cox

Parcel Sarah Anne Cox

Poetry. 'We can no longer use/ words without becoming dirty ourselves.' In PARCEL, Cox has written a book that speaks to our time, as though she had spent the night awake, her palms burning, mind afire. She doesn't stint, she writes as she thinks, a courageous speaking out in the face of injustice and some pretty fearsome ancient texts. Which came first, she asks, really wanting to know--kings, or cheese? Her answers have always surprised me; never more so than in this new success--Kevin Killian. A vivid shorthand to the 'living pit'; an archaeology of present forms (which contain, also, partially, the past); 'dear someone, through my window, blanketed.' Sarah Anne Cox's PARCEL traces homes, wars, and accountings ancient and modern with a compassionate humor and a deep, sharp intelligence. 'there are ideas without women in them'--but nothing is left out of Cox's visionary 'scratching/in the archive room' her learnt 'sorrow at your wartime chapel.'--Elizabeth Treadwell.