Or Replica - Tapa blanda

Renowned astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, the speaker of the recent poem Cosmos, says that The Observable Universe is the last line in our human address. But then he goes on to talk about multiple universes: universe upon universe. This is how space blows out and internalizes in Paige Taggart’s Or Replica, where she calls on geography as a trigger for journeys in which History is glubinka—the Russian word for interior. In other words, she is limitless. Taggart writes that Risk is like making a poem that won’t change for eight hundred years; her image-packed, lapidary lines could easily be ancient fragments or a tweeted response to What’s happening? as she sails the dialogic seas towards the lover, collects the right kind of oxygen, hangovers, and Parisian blowjobs in the field of language that happens to be her body, her imagination a hinge/ endless swinging door/ upon grass and pale sky/ the frame/ the only obstruction. Taggart is a natural-born poet whose vision stays in place by the grace of her astounding sense of measure; one of the best things in these poems is the air. What she notices between breaths makes me weep. -Ana Bozicevic, author of Rise in the Fall

Paige Taggart is from Northern California and currently resides in Brooklyn. She is the author of another full-length collection, Want For Lion (Trembling Pillow Press), and five chapbooks: Last Difficult Gardens, DIGITAL MACRAMÉ, Polaroid Parade, The Ice Poems, and I Am Writing To You from Another Country; Translations of Henri Michaux (forthcoming). She designs and makes jewelry @mactaggartjewelry.com.