O Little Expressway; Sina Queyras and the Traffic of Subversive Hope (Critical Essay‪)‬

A & B: The poem refuses to start from a position of safety and end in a position of safety having momentarily revealed a tiny fracture in human existence, the equivalent of a fly (a very small one, possibly a fruit fly even) in the chardonnay, or perhaps even more revelatory, a dose of chemotherapy (but not yours), a glimpse into the abyss (a tiny one, twice removed) and back to the front porch (this could be yours), before the next sip, because the poem is a connector, the poem is not a country lane, there is nowhere that doesn't lead here, there is nowhere here cannot find there. Everywhere is capable of being here now. There is nowhere this is not. There is nowhere I. "Murmurings, Movements or Fringe Manifesto"