The Keys to the Jail

April 28, 2014
Love lost, love almost lost, landscapes explored (especially those of the mountain West), sex imagined, and sex enjoyed all play their parts in this strongly felt, if sometimes talky, second effort from Kuipers (Beautiful in the Mouth). Never coy about her symbols, she decides “The ocean is a fist, inside of which I/ am allowed to be heartbroken,” while elsewhere (in a persona poem called “The Femme”) “I want to transgress the halls of sex,/ eat the filter on the cigarette.” Her poems about love between women can be her strongest, and her identities complex: “I’ll keep wanting it all: every man/ and woman I meet,” a not-quite-sonnet promises. Short sentences alternate with longer self-explanations, never abstruse, sometimes obvious, but sometimes wise. Kuiper divides her time between Alabama and Montana, and both the warm South and the cold forests enter her work: more than in her debut, though, her sense of place serves her sense of how people behave. Fans of Mark Doty, or of Eavan Boland will find a lot here to like, especially once they get past the predictable breakup poems, into the verse about self-discovery, lust pursued or affection found, where the poet exclaims, “hope is the saddest/ secret of all: Please, be wild for me.”

April 15, 2014
Kuipers is a keeper. This stunning debut (winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize) introduces a distinct and new voice in contemporary poetry. Readers will feel the impassioned yet controlled energy that is lifted from these poems; fearless and possessing a precise sense of timing, Kuipers's work keeps us reading. "There are too many views of the ocean./ A woman lays her body down anywhere/ and it's the ocean.// She knows if she stops breathing, she'll become its silence, each swell a gray hand across her lips."--AP

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