The Mind at Work: On Zeina Hashem Beck’s O
Upon ending my first year as a graduate student of poetry, it is only natural to start questioning my artistic aesthetic and purpose. A professor once told me that my poetry attempts to capture "the mind at work." I had yet to understand this phrase until I read Zeina Hashem Beck's O and found myself submerged in its shameless vaults. Months later, I am still enamored by and pondering the narrative moves in her poem "ode to the afternoon," where Beck draws us in with hints of a child's suicidal ideations: "some days i even / threatened to fling
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