Museum of Snow

Claire Milikin - Museum of Snow

Museum of Snow

In poems as closely keyed, lucid, stark, and secretive as black and white photographs, Millikin explores the transgressive, hunger-whetted, half-wild places that house us and that we house. What does snow feel like, falling the heart? Reading the poems in Claire Millikin’s Museum of Snow offers an excavation of the gnosis. The collection itself is a museum (<Gk mouseion, ‘place of study, library, or museum, school of art or poetry) and its curator possesses what Wallace Stevens calls a ‘mind of winter.’ One never feels out of harm’s way negotiating these fugitive, transient realms, haunted by girlhood’s half-demolished sanctuaries and post-Lapsarian, liminal “registers of regress.”

Lisa Russ Spaar

 

Museum of Snow, Claire Millikin

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a little blurb on my forthcoming book, Museum of Snow:

What does snow feel like, falling in the heart?  Reading the poems in Claire Millikin’s Museum of Snow offers an excavation of that gnosis.   The collection is itself a museum (<Gk mouseion, “place of study, library, or museum, school of art or poetry) and its curator possesses what Wallace Stevens calls “a mind of winter.” One never feels out of harm’s way negotiating these fugitive, transient realms, haunted by girlhood’s half-demolished sanctuaries and post-Lapsarian, liminal “registers of regress.”  In poems as closely keyed, lucid, stark, and secretive as black and white photographs, Millikin explores the transgressive, hunger-whetted, half-wild places that house us and that we house.

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