Yrsa Daley-Ward

If Pynchon wrote a time travel meta-novel, and also if Pynchon was a Black woman. Twins lose their mother, then find their mother on their birthday on they day they reach their mother's age when they were born. And then things get weird. I loved it.

"Somewhere, somehow, we have grown afraid. Again. But nothing is lost. We'll return (we have done this before, of course). To be human is to remember and forget, and repeat."

Yrsa Daley-Ward offers up a deeply refreshing work in "The How" as she guides the reader through the journey of dismantling old ideas about the self and the work one is doing, as well as a variety of exercises on how one can restructure their thought process in a more loving, constructive, and rewarding way. The show more chapters are fairly short, and touch on a variety of topics, from the illusions of milestones to the importance of dreaming, but that doesn't make them any less full of meaning. Rather, each chapter or poem weaves effortlessly into the next and creates this ongoing narrative that prompts the reader to reconsider a variety of aspects in their life in a way that makes in seem like you're having a conversation with a very wise old friend.

While the topics of what Daley-Ward discusses are nothing brand new, it is the WAY she talks about them that makes this book the incredible thing that it is. I've read these topics of self-love and setting daily intentions and dealing with loneliness a hundred times before, yet none have quite captured the raw heart and honesty that she has. She doesn't claim to have answers for fixing things, or a particular ideology one must subscribe to; rather, Daley-Ward prompts the reader to reflect and study what has happened, what is happening, and what we want to happen all in various lights in order that we might better learn on how to create a better self.

For example, in her chapter on loneliness she writes, "If what you want is to not be lonely, then lonely cannot be an identity that you create for yourself. It cannot be how you think of yourself." She goes on to make the reader think about what they want in that moment, and then ways they can immediately begin making that happen for themselves, mainly through a deconstruction of old thought patterns and practices and a focus on a more intimate, vibrant way of perceiving the self and world around us. It's an immensely hard-hitting yet easily accessible concept Daley-Ward has crafted! There's such a stunning balance of lyricism, introspection, and work that makes the whole book and its theories a standout.

I checked this out from the library but I'm absolutely buying my own copy in order to annotate and revisit in the future. It's a new favorite of mine, and one that I would highly recommend to anyone looking on ways to more deeply understand themselves. show less

I read this collection first shortly after its publication in 2014 and it's stayed with me after so many years. I recently re-read it and it remains moving and engaging. Daley-Ward succeeds at many elements contemporary poets attempt but often fail or execute in very pedestrian ways, whether it's form, language or topics. She succeeds in making ordinary language vibrant, to make it pulse with purpose and depth to create a living image or a honest emotion and uses form to snap you out of your show more mundane expectations of words and phrases you've heard a million times. This presentation has a deceptive simplicity to it, giving her poetry an accessibility and down-to-earth sense that contemporary poetry often strives for, that in the work of less skilled poets can be painfully dull, while also being art that has sincere power to pull you out of yourself. Daley-Ward knows her own voice as a poet and it's worth listening to. show less

I am incredibly picky with my poetry.
This book hit the mark with every single poem, whether they were pages long or haiku short.
Daley-Ward's word choices and rhythms made her poems beautiful even if the subjects were heartbreaking at times. She wrote about family, relationships and the world in a way that was tender and wise. Hardships do not have to make you hard. Even though most of my experiences differ from hers, I could feel myself healing as I read her words. There are similarities in show more all human experience and I really could feel it in this poetry.
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