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otated in a way that reflects the authors' distinct perception of<br />

things.<br />

Elsewhere, from “Tracery”:<br />

“The clockwork/train runs/on a circular track, between/nowhere<br />

and nowhere else,” and "Doors with no apparent<br />

connection/between rooms dominate/the homes in the city<br />

perched/on a cliff/overlooking the sea” invite us into a desolate<br />

cosmos where nature can be either a friend or foe - or even an<br />

indifferent force: "rain, no rain, it's all the same"<br />

Now onto the ghazals. Ghazals originated in Arabic poetry, and<br />

can be thought of as akin to sonnets in the sense that the form<br />

dictates a certain structure, and even meter. In the case of the<br />

ghazal, usually the structure consists of couplets, around five or<br />

seven, but sometimes as many as fifteen. A repeated word or<br />

phrase appears and the end of both lines of the first couplet and at<br />

the end of the second line in each subsequent couplet. Rhymes or<br />

near-rhymes are also present.<br />

Michelle and Sheila took a more elastic approach to ghazals,<br />

however - they took a stringent, some would even say stifling,<br />

structure and broke it apart to mold a new form, one that breathes a<br />

bit more but maintains the integrity of the original form.<br />

We will start with Ghazal Four, which was the first one I<br />

earmarked in the book when I initially read it. The poem itself is a<br />

dense thicket of abstract imagery alternating with tangible<br />

impressions, layered with fevered philosophizing akin to a<br />

Nietschze or Hiedegger. In this poem, I get a sense of weariness<br />

and wariness about one's own identity, and accumulating<br />

sensations of self-doubt ("To all my half selves below the deck/Are<br />

mirrors of inadmissible distance."). This is further reflected in the<br />

"pulsating mirror" that "sputtered questions to oneself." That said,

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