Sunday, November 22, 2009


"Having walked past the dark wood of obscure selves, Greta Goetz finds (and loses) her self at a Swiss boarding school, an Asian sea, a monastery in Serbia, in pseudo-Egyptian lobbies, on rocks above the Mediterranean, her native alienation all the while leading her to ask endless, heartbreakingly hopeful questions. Embarrassment, confusion, doubt, waking up fully alive, wanting to write a poem for everyone—it would be too much for anyone. That's how she knows it's what she's meant to do. It's our good luck to overhear it." —Jordan Davis