April Penn 's response to Anne Carson's "Autobiography Of Red" is here. We'll be back to write interactions with Red Doc in 2031.
An Eruption Of Red
Applause For Anne Carson
Autobiography of Red grows legs and arms
and jumps off my bookshelf.
I don’t know if I am inside or outside of the volcano,
confesses the book after it gathers itself off the floor.
I try to reason with the book.
No, that’s not what happened.
I smeared some period blood on page three
where Anne Carson has quoted Gertrude Stein.
Geeze you’re even better than if we hired Richard Brautigan
to write his version of Where the Wild Things Are.
And I want to know. I am the kind of reader
who insists on every flash of light and where it falls.
So let the lava rise up to speak of interior things!
Hear me! The lava has risen!
I see everyone reflecting in the eye of the fried guinea pig.
Even in fragments, there is unity.
Everyone is red.
Any idiot can put on a pterodactyl suit and jump into the volcano,
but no one can make you more jealous
of their metaphorical depth than Anne Carson.
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