This Morning Guest Editor 9/1 – 9/5: Joseph Fasano


“It is so unsayable, O God, that you fall to your knees”: a line of Georg Trakl’s that, if we play with its tone, would not be out of place in the work of almost any poet of the past hundred years. Part of Trakl’s greatness was his attempt to salvage the personal during a tragedy as massively impersonal as the First World War. This morning I’ve posted Franz Wright’s “To,” a poem in which the speaker similarly confronts the powerlessness of the gods, or God, in the face of unspeakable trauma, loosing an enormous metaphysical howl without compromising the devastating particularity of the subject.