The Threepenny Review

Something New

Fort Not

by Emily Skillings. The Song Cave, 2017, $17.95 paper.

WRITTEN LANGUAGE was invented by accountants in order to record transactions in goats or sheep. When poets began to set down their songs on clay or stone, language did not entirely lose this accounting quality. Something in the need to document the commerce between the poet and the world or, as Ezra Pound would have it, between poet and poet, colors the poetic construction like veins in a stone, lending it a certain factual quality. Lists, sums, I.O.U.s are woven into the poetic texture, confirming for the reader the central authority of the text. From Homer’s catalogue of ships to the erotic debits and

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