Poet Katie Ford's debut collection, Deposition, confronts God in a language as shifting and ecstatic as divine encounter
This comes out of folklore.
Invented because tenderness at times
must be written in. There was a woman.
There was a cross. But in fact
they have hung him too high
to be touched.--from "A Woman Wipes the Face of Jesus"
"Rarely is poetry of such extremity--extremity of experience, extremity of spiritual practice and insight--presented in a style which manages to both horrify, and still break the heart, and, if not soothe, then at least find those reaches in the reader where there is compassion so open it awaits no recompense. Here is a poetry of witnessing--theological, emotional, intellectual--a private end to a century's horrors, a reminder that not all things begin again, and that from some reaches of experience instruction shines far less than the beauty of the survivor's report." --Jorie Graham