Seeing the World More Clearly: The Millions Interviews Maggie Smith
I first met poet Maggie Smith when we were both in residence at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. I was born and raised in the Midwest and tend to seek out fellow Midwesterners—I would say more than half of my New York writer friends are actually originally from the Midwest—and at a resident reading I saw her casually drinking beer straight from the bottle, which reified my judgment, even before I learned she was from Ohio. Her poetry also had that straightforwardness, say of a neighbor you really like who is both kind and an astrophysicist. Smith’s poems refuse to show off, can be brilliant by combining familiar objects from a landscape tinged with nostalgia for childhood, and use Twitter as a springboard all at the same time.
However, poetry tends not to take up much space in our cultural landscape, especially during the last few years, which have been dominated by,” (published in Waxwings, then in the collection of the same name in 2017) suddenly appear on a an episode of in 2017, as if such an assault on language and sensibility engendered an equally strong counterpunch. Her newest collection, , was just released
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