In MOTHERLOVER, many selves speak: sister, lover, mother, stranger. All speak, though, from one "body bearing up under puzzlement," and they speak, not pretending to hear "angels in the music of a difficult landscape," but with more imposing purport: to "weird the gray-scale quality of my life." Ginger Ko's poetry epitomizes poetry's purchase, its capacity to contest the pervasive forces of grayness, of uniformity and conformity. MOTHERLOVER is formidable, a fierce weirding. -H. L. Hix Ginger Ko's MOTHERLOVER is at once supplication and rebuff. I've been going back again and again to the book...
In MOTHERLOVER, many selves speak: sister, lover, mother, stranger. All speak, though, from one "body bearing up under puzzlement," and they speak, no...
