The poet’s eye never misses the incongruity of things that cuts to the bone, “an obsidian scalpel of love” that keeps racing with her in the space between life and death, adoration and hatred. It may be that “balance is axiomatic,” but always it is imperiled, a saving grace necessary, and the eye nervously glancing between heaven and earth.
“Pamela Uschuk is a political poet, defiant in the face of injustice, as well as a poet of Eros. She’s nobody’s fool. She resurrects in her poems the brutalized, the murdered, the lost of the world—those who have no voice of their own. She pulls them close. And when she turns to the world’s gliding wonders, she does so with a precise eye and everything she sees is absorbed by her uniquely compassionate voice.”
—Dennis Sampson, author of Constant Longing and Needlegrass
