'I asked a fellow writer, dear friend and Guggenheim winner Michael Lukas, how his book tour had gone. “Well,” he said, “a book tour is the service you do to the person who wrote your book.” I loved that sentence—its sense of allowing distance between the writer I was when crafting these poems and the person I am now as I talk about having once been the person who crafted them. It’s all right, then, that even that as I launch this book and talk about it that the person talking warmly about these poems is not the same soul who wrote them. The woman who wrote this book was a recluse, single-mindedly at work on a mysterious collage, hunched over traces, in the thrall of historical absence. The woman who is on a book tour now is doing a service to that introvert, that craftsperson.'
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